SARAH
The rundown apartment had been my prison for days.
Two days, specifically.
Two days watching the snow fall outside the grimy window, blanketing the city in white while I sat on this stained mattress, my laptop burning hot against my thighs.
Two days planning.
The Grandeur Hotel.
I'd known where they were staying before the storm even started. Had seen the news coverage after the will reading... Kael emerging from that law office with Aria tucked protectively against his side, reporters swarming them as they climbed into his car.
And in the background of one news blog shot, clear as day: The Grandeur's distinctive gold awning as they drove past it.
Idiots.
Kael might have billions and an army of security, but he'd gotten sloppy. Comfortable.
That comfort was going to cost him everything.
I'd spent the first day researching.
