“I found a bank receipt in the ledger,” I said.

Both men looked at me.

“It was for five hundred thousand dollars,” I said.

“It was signed by you.”

Killian looked at me with cold, calculating eyes.

The professional warmth he had shown me earlier was entirely gone.

“You should have stayed in your shop, tailor,” Killian said.

The floorboards creaked outside the office door.

Aries noticed it first.

His head turned toward the dark hallway.

Before he could draw his weapon, the glass window of the office shattered.

A heavy brick wrapped in a wet rag crashed through the pane.

Shards of glass rained down on the wooden floor.

From the harbor outside, the sudden blare of a ship’s horn echoed through the night.

Then, the lights went out.

The room was plunged into absolute darkness.

“Sienna, get down,” Aries hissed.

I dropped to my knees, tucking my chin into my collar.

My hands scraped against the glass on the floor, but I did not care.

I heard the sound of a scuffle in the dark.

Boots squeaked on the wet wood.