Third Person POV.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand tucked casually into the pocket of his tailored trousers, the other holding a glass of whiskey. His eyes remained fixed on the bustling city below as he took a slow sip.

“Come in,” he commanded without turning to see who it was.

The door opened, and Cole stepped inside. He gave a slight bow before stepping farther into the room. “Sir, our intel says Rhaella made a move today.”

The man’s lips curled into a slow, amused smile.

“That stubborn bitch,” he muttered, swirling the whiskey in his glass....