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She takes after King in that department. Just like him, she won’t stop until she gets what she wants. It doesn’t matter how many times I push her away, she dusts herself off and slips back in.
If I make her invisible, she just flips the switch back on and glows brighter than before.
If I ignore her, she still stands out with her small body, colorful eyes, and fucking vanilla scent.
A strand of her fiery hair sticks to her forehead, nearly going into her eyes. I reach a hand out to remove it, even though I shouldn’t be touching her.
Even if touching her means walking through fire and knowing exactly how I will burn.
And for a moment, that doesn’t matter.
Just one moment. One second in time. The consequences blur and my savage instinct takes over.
When I was younger, I relied on that instinct to score clients, win cases, and get to the top. My instinct is one of my most valued assets. It tells no lies and always sees ahead before my mind can catch up.
But right now, it’s impulsive, lacking its usual coolness. Because, fuck no, I’m not supposed to ignore the consequences. I’m not supposed to give in to whatever demon is rearing his head from the depths of my soul.
And yet, I am. I’m letting it guide my actions.
One touch.
One second.
One—
“There you are.”
I retract my hand, inhaling deeply before I turn around to face the source of the voice.
Aspen.
She’s my only friend aside from Kingsley. We share ambition and a no-nonsense personality. Everyone at the firm calls her my strategist because she’s not afraid to use unconventional methods to get things done.
I should be thankful that she put a halt to an impulsive moment, but the exact opposite emotion lurks in my veins.
Aspen’s sharp hazel eyes slide from me to Gwyneth before landing on me again. “Are there any updates on Kingsley?”
I place a forefinger to my lips. The last thing I want is for Gwyneth to wake up and have another meltdown. So I motion at Aspen to follow me down the hall. Once we’re out of view and earshot, I tell her about the situation.
She leans against the wall and crosses her arms over her dark blue tailored jacket as she listens to every detail with keen interest. If there’s anything I’m sure that Aspen will always have, it’s her attention to detail.
“So this leaves only you at the head of Weaver & Shaw,” she says when I’m done.
“He could wake up.”
“You don’t believe that, Nate.”
I don’t. I’m practical enough to know that we’ve probably lost him for good. But admitting it out loud is similar to punching my own gut, so I don’t say it.
“How about his little princess?” she asks, and even though she’d normally say it in a condescending manner, she doesn’t now.
Aspen has never shied away from going for Kingsley’s throat, proving to have a temper that matches her red hair. She usually doesn’t agree with his reckless ways since she’s more methodical, like I am.
And he’s never liked the fact that she earned her place as a senior partner and he couldn’t kick her out if he wanted to. Not that I would let him. Aspen is an asset to the firm and she’s been a pillar in my life ever since I stole her from another firm and convinced her to join me and Kingsley in our new endeavors.
I lean against the wall and cross my ankles. “What about her?”
“With Kingsley gone, she’ll be in over her head. Surely, you know that his stepmother will use this chance to strike in court.”
