MAILAH'S BREATH CAUGHT.
Wife.
The word sliced through her, sharp and cold, even though she told herself it shouldn't matter. She wasn't his anything. And yet… she couldn't ignore the burn low in her chest.
Kassandra's smile was languid, too knowing, as if she already sensed the storm she was about to ignite.
Mailah whispered, her voice unsteady despite her best efforts, "And what does she want with you now?"
Grayson didn't look at her.
His eyes stayed fixed on the woman drawing closer, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "With me?" he said, voice dark and taut. "I haven't the faintest idea."
The doorbell chimed through the estate with crystalline precision, each note seeming to hang in the air longer than it should.
Grayson moved toward the front entrance, his supernatural energy crackling beneath his skin like barely contained lightning.
Mailah followed at a careful distance, her heart hammering against her ribs as they reached the massive oak doors.
