Iris could barely believe her eyes as she stood face-to-face with Maverick Ashton. He had called her in for a meeting, but he hadn’t spoken a word yet, and the silence was beginning to eat at her nerves. Her mind raced, wondering if Autumn had lodged a complaint against her, setting off Maverick’s wrath. A sneer tugged at the corner of her lips at the thought—Autumn was always desperate to be one step ahead, but two could play that game. Iris had her own tricks.

But Maverick’s words, when he finally spoke, threw her off balance.

“Have you ever killed someone before?”

Iris blinked, stunned. Her eyes widened as she...