Emily’s POV

The grand sitting room of the Greenwich estate was completely silent except for the crackle of the fireplace and the harsh blue glow of my smartphone screen.

It was barely 7:00 AM, and the entire internet was tearing itself apart.

"Put the phone down, Emily," Daniel’s deep, quiet voice rasped beside me.

He was leaning back on the dark velvet sofa, his dark hair falling messy over his forehead, the top buttons of his black dress shirt undone. He reached across the leather cushions and gently slid the phone from my grip, locking the display before tossing it onto the heavy oak table.

"I can't stop looking," I...