Chapter 10 Arthur’s Lock

• "If you press that key, Megan, there is no turning back," Casian growled, his voice a low, rough vibration in the quiet darkness of his private study.
• The double doors of the penthouse library were closed, blocking out the hum of the Manhattan rain outside. The only light in the room came from the soft, amber glow of the desk lamp and the pale blue light of the laptop resting on the heavy mahogany desk between them.
• Megan didn't flinch. She sat straight in the high-backed leather chair, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. "I didn't bring this drive from Brooklyn just to let it collect dust on your marble island, Casian. You wanted the truth about Arthur's second ledger. This is it."