Danika looked down at her screen as if the confirmed corporate reservation were now screaming a terrible and impossible truth back at her.

“Hargreave?” she whispered.

He didn’t answer.

Neither did Bea.

And the not-answering was its own kind of verdict, heavier than any speech he could have given.

He had no interest in the small satisfaction of announcing himself, of watching them grovel, of savoring the moment their faces changed.