Chapter 45 Uninvited Truths

• The penthouse lights were dimmed low, casting long shadows across the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the city’s glittering skyline. A bottle of unopened red wine sat on the coffee table, untouched. Regan stood by the glass, hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on the night outside—but his mind wasn’t there.
• Behind him, soft footsteps padded across the marble tiles.
• “You didn’t say much at the mall,” Imani’s voice floated through the silence, calm and sultry. “Were you afraid someone was watching?”