Killian Knows

Killian Thorne had always been a man who knew things before the rest of the world did.

It was why he had built an empire from nothing. Why his name commanded power and fear in equal measure. Why he had never lost a game.

And right now, he knew one thing with absolute certainty.

Evangeline Sinclair was back.

He leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse office, his dark eyes scanning the headlines flashing across the screen on his desk. The photos were grainy, hurried shots taken outside Sinclair Plaza. But there was no mistaking the woman in them.

The long, raven-black hair. The sharp, regal features. The way she held herself, poised and unshaken, as if she hadn't spent the last seven years erased from this city.

His fingers tightened around the crystal glass in his hand.

He had waited for this moment.

The world thought he had moved on, that Evangeline Sinclair had been nothing more than a temporary inconvenience, a woman whose downfall had been inevitable.

They were wrong.

She had always been more than that.

Killian had known, even as she fell, that she would rise again. And now, she was standing in his city once more, setting foot inside a building that had once belonged to him.

A slow smirk curved his lips.

She thought she was playing a game.

She thought she was hunting him.

But Evangeline had always been his.

And she had no idea she was walking straight into his trap.