vibrating relentlessly in her pocket. The screen flashed with "Eden" and "Home." Sh

's curious stare. In the room, she collapsed onto the bed. She didn't cry. She ju

end-stage renal failure, she couldn't afford a emoti

desk, and as her phone powered on, a flood of missed calls and fra

xture of panic and anger. "Adalyn! Where the

unnervingly calm.

hat? Because I came home lat

. "Bambi Steele. Your 'soulma

phone? Addy, listen to me, it's

him off. "I'll have a courier get

ply, then systematically block

old on the table and the small gift box she'd left behind. A delayed wave of regret mixed with offended

ith a steady hand, concealing the dark circles und

ions headquarters, a sleek black Ma

ke navy suit emerged. He moved with an aura of

rlisle," employees wh

lobby. For a fraction of a second, his gaze locked o

-his deep, intense, and unreadable. Her heart gave a strange j

tor doors close. His assistant, Liam Hayes, stepped for

a budget hotel in Brooklyn last night," I

uction regarding an executive assistant, but