The Price of Trust

He refused to become his father, grabbing until love strangled. Sloane was meant for open skies, not gilded prisons.

Sloane had barely stepped out of Vancroft Group’s foyer when she spotted Gareth striding toward her.

“What are you doing here?” Sloane asked, surprise flickering across her face.

“Phoebe told me you were meeting Killian, so I came to pick you up. Did he give you a hard time?” Gareth