POV: Kesley

The building hadn't changed.

That was the first thing I noticed as the car pulled up to the Cross Shipping headquarters. Same glass facade, same revolving doors with the company crest etched into the frame, same security booth where old Wilson used to wave me through with a wink when I was sixteen and following my father around like a shadow learning the shape of everything he'd built.

It hadn't changed, but I had.

I wiped the smile off my face before the car door opened. Replaced it with something colder, something I'd been practicing since yesterday in the Ghost Lord's mansion, watching Leo command a room without...