“You told me,” she whispered, “nobody could trace those.”

Chapter 11 — This Is Compliance

Marcus’s head snapped toward Chloe, and something ugly moved across his face.

He grabbed her wrist.

“Shut up,” he hissed.

And Julian stepped between them, calm and immovable.

“Take your hand off her,” he said.

Marcus obeyed, and let go of her wrist, though not, I understood, because he had suddenly discovered a sense of decency.