Aiden Knight's POV
"Who was that woman?" Chloe's voice carried an edge I'd rarely heard before.
I emerged from the study to find both her and Clara waiting in the living room, their expressions a mixture of concern and something else I couldn't quite identify. Suspicion, perhaps.
"A friend who needed help," I said carefully, slipping the jade pendant into my jacket pocket.
"A friend who kisses you goodbye?" Clara's tone was deceptively casual, but her eyes flashed with something dangerous.
So they'd seen Amelia's departure. The penthouse's security cameras would have captured everything in the hallway.
"It wasn't what it looked like," I said, moving to pour myself a drink from the bar cart.
"Really?" Chloe stood, her silk nightgown flowing around her like liquid fire. "Because it looked like a beautiful woman in distress throwing herself at my boyfriend."
