Clara’s POV

I was sitting on the floor of my nearly empty apartment with the final notice in my hand when the knock came.

Three sharp knocks. Not the tentative kind the building manager used, or the hurried kind from the few friends I still had. These were controlled and certain. I stayed still for a second, hoping whoever it was would leave. The knock came again, harder.

I stood, smoothed my shirt, and opened the door.

Adrian Reeve stood in the hallway like he had every right to be there.

I had only met him once before, six months ago at a business dinner I wasn’t important enough to...