He walked briskly to his car, nodding once at his driver before getting in. The door shut, sealing him inside the hum of soft leather and silence.

“Where to, sir?” the driver asked.

Alexander didn’t answer right away.

He stared out the tinted window, watching the city blur, every light and building suddenly looking vulnerable.

Dario wouldn’t come empty-handed, that much was sure. He was coming to a foreign ground, so he had to be well prepared.

He was chaos in tailored suits, fire wrapped in charm. He certainly had something up his sleeves. But, if he made a single move toward the company, toward Ariel, or—Max.

Alexander’s throat tightened....