“I thought you’d be resting.”

Nathan turned his head, his face hardening when he saw me standing there.

“Catherine, go back to the bedroom,” he said.

“No,” I said, taking another step forward.

“I think I’ll stay right here.”

My phone buzzed again in my hand.

Another message from Margaret.

*The bank has processed the emergency freeze. All accounts associated with the Crane trust are locked effective immediately.*

At that exact moment, Nathan’s phone beeped with a high-pitched alert.

He frowned, pulling the device from his pocket.

The screen lit up his face, and his expression shifted from irritation to confusion.

He tapped the screen twice.

“What is this?” he muttered.

He tapped it again, his thumb moving faster.

“What’s wrong?” Sloane asked, her smile finally faltering as she looked at his face.

“My corporate card,” Nathan said, his voice dropping a register.

“It just sent a notification.”

“Declined.”

Nathan stared at his screen.

His thumb swiped up, then down, then stayed completely still.

“This is a mistake,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

He looked up at me, his eyes narrowing into thin slits.