Chapter 55 Unopened Doors
- Liam adjusted the tie.
- The suit clung to him like a second skin—black, custom-fitted, with gold-lined stitching that screamed money.
- Izzy lounged across the arm of the couch, sipping her coffee like a queen watching her prey dress for the slaughter. Her robe was lazily tied, barely, and her hair was still damp from showering, curling at the edges like black ink.