Arora came straight to the point. She wanted the verified intelligence to save her brother's pregnant wife, and she wasn't willing to waste another single second playing mind games.
The pale, hazy morning light streamed through the thick, heavy velvet drapes of Jack's guest suite, casting long, pale beams across the rumpled linen bed and the clothes scattered carelessly across the dark hardwood floor. The ambient air inside the room was dense and heavy, carrying the faint, lingering musk of last night's fierce, unrestrained intensity—mixing with the crisp, biting chill that always seeped through the ancient stone exterior walls of the Black Rose headquarters.
