Chapter 42 Shattered Illusions

• The door to Marco’s study loomed ahead, half-open, shadows spilling out like ink. She stormed toward it, her chest heaving, each step fueled by a rage she could barely contain.
• She shoved the door open, the force of it slamming against the wall.
• Marco looked up from his desk, his eyes narrowing immediately. He was a vision of cold control—shirt sleeves rolled up, muscles coiled beneath his skin, jaw set in a tight line.