The car moved like a silent predator through the labyrinth of the city. Max, the driver my father and Kasper had so carefully selected, sat with a rigid posture that spoke of professional training and a deep, ingrained discipline. I watched the back of his head for a moment, wondering what secrets he carried behind that stoic exterior. Kasper had threatened to kill him if I got too close, and that thought alone made me want to study the man more closely. It was not out of romance, but out of a sheer, defiant desire to challenge the Alpha who thought he could dictate my every heartbeat.
