Cold Reckoning

~Kaelen~

The heavy double doors of my private office didn't just close; they seemed to vibrate with the lingering echo of Jess's rage.

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, my eyes locked on the rain running down the pane, but I wasn't seeing the Manhattan skyline. I was seeing Raina's face. The split lip. The bruised cheek. The mental image of Declan Vane's hand connecting violently with her ski