Chapter 84

• The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting warm stripes across the bedroom. Danielle sat at the edge of the bed, hands wrapped around a cup of untouched tea. Her body was still, but her mind spun with fragments of Richard’s voice from the night before—his ultimatum, his threat, his venom.
• Across the room, Alexander adjusted his tie, movements sharp and deliberate. He radiated control, but Danielle recognized the storm simmering beneath.
• “You’re going to see him, aren’t you?” she asked quietly.