Knight frowned, pushing up from the massive ergonomic chair in his office. His voice was sharp, commanding.

“Princess. What happened?”

No answer. Only the sound of her ragged breathing.

And then—another voice. A voice that made every muscle in Knight’s body turn to stone.

“You saw my little surprise, baby girl.”

Keenan.

Knight’s blood ran cold.

“Baby, go back into the studio,” he said quickly, already striding toward the door. He yanked it open just as Damon appeared, heading straight for him.

One look at Knight’s face and Damon knew. Something was very, very wrong.

From the phone in Knight’s hand, Keenan’s voice slithered out again, mocking.

“Is that Knight...