Clara stands at the top-floor window of the executive suite, looking over the skyline as Silas wraps his arms around her waist, asking what her first act as CEO will be.

The bright afternoon sun poured through the massive glass wall, washing the executive suite in a warm, golden light. Far below them, the bustling streets of Manhattan looked small and harmless, moving like tiny rivers of shiny dark cars and moving people.

Clara turned her head slightly, her soft cheek resting back against Silas's broad chest. She looked into his bright, handsome eyes, then turned her gaze toward Lucian and Jax, who were sitting together on the plush leather...