Chapter 17

• Clark
• I packed my files into my briefcase, my mind still replaying the earlier events of the day. The lingering feeling of Raven’s slap, the tension between us, and the way I couldn’t shake her from my thoughts weighed heavily on me. I needed to focus, needed to remember why I had come back in the first place. But it was hard, especially when every time I closed my eyes, her image flickered back into my mind.
• The door creaked open behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Marcus Greer. The man’s presence was like a shadow that never left, always hovering in the background, always watching.