I can't believe this. I've been walking around for days now, stewing over the threats, over the shadows that keep lurking in the back of my mind. It's one thing to have a nameless enemy. But to face it head-on, to stand face to face with the person who's been pulling the strings? That's something else entirely.
"Jaxon, you've got to think about this carefully," Emily says, her voice just shies of pleading. "You can't just go in there, guns blazing."
I freeze, pivoting to her. My fiancée, my anchor. She's concerned, I can tell by the furrowing of her brow, the trembling of her hand as she tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Emily always worries. But I couldn't back down now. Not when it's him. Not when it's Cameron.
He threatened you, Emily. He threatened Sophie, I reply, my voice low but firm. This isn't something I can just let go of.
She sighs, stepping closer. "I know. But Jaxon, this isn't just about us anymore. This. this is about everything. The company. Your legacy.
