d the living room, but her thoughts were far away from the comfort of home. She had been replaying the accident over and over in her head, her mind unable to shake the image of

dge to it, and his eyes-those piercing, calculating eyes-had held an unreadable depth. What mad

ar the entryway. It was covered with things she had picked up throughout the day, but something wasn't right. She

grandmother had given her years ago, a delicate si

steps in her mind, her stomach sinking. She had been wearing it that morning,

aken control of the situation, his hands efficiently managing the chaos. She hadn't had time to notice anything then, too fo

she had left of her grandmother, the woman who had been her

another

in, the city lights casting a faint glow against the wet pavement. Her steps were quick and purposeful, her

is mind. As he entered the spacious living room, his gaze fell on the desk where his assistant had placed his evening briefing. He

sh. The

ph

, and yet... the way she hadn't flinched when he'd stepped in, ordering everyone around.

to the scene, and something caught his eye. His gaze fell on the pendant he had found on the ground after t

ver chain. It was beautiful, intricate-a token

But for some reason, the idea of doing so didn't feel like a simple act of court

-

ieter now, but the memory of the crash was fresh in her mind. She looked around,

her, his eyes softened just the tiniest bit, his usual detachment slipping. He didn't say anything at

he asked, his voice

t, surprise flooding her

face unreadable. "

d it in her palm, feeling the weight of it, the familiar coolness of the silver again

was something else there-something almost vulnerable. It was gone as quickly as it had c

e, his usual mask slipping back into place. "You should be more careful with your

s still racing, and though she tried to shake it off, a feeling lingered in her chest. Tony Montgo

had shifted between them-a connection