Linnea thought of the family dinners, Dorian and Silas laughing over some old joke, and felt sick.

The whole time, Dorian had been holding his brother’s worst secret in reserve, a loaded thing waiting for the day it would be useful.

He did not have relationships.

He had assets and liabilities, and everyone in his life was one or the other, and his own brother had turned out, in the final accounting, to be just another instrument he could use and discard.

Chapter 10 — The Safe

On the penthouse floor, Linnea walked straight into her husband’s private corner office — the room he had always forbidden her to enter without an appointment, citing classified client work.