MARK

I read the message again, squinting at the screen through a haze of exhaustion and rage.

At first glance, I thought it was just another anonymous threat or maybe one of my creditors—the construction firms I hadn't paid in six months, or the private jet leasing company threatening to sue. Those people were mosquitoes. They made empty threats, but they couldn't bite. That was the least of my problems now.

I was about to lock the screen and ignore it until I saw the sender's name.

ADRIAN.

My blood turned to ice.

I hissed through my teeth and swiped the notification away immediately, as if the mere sight of...