Ray's breath hitched. That day, as they laughed and chatted, Esme had noticed someone—or something—watching them. But she hadn't said a word. Why?
His hands trembled as he sat back, staring at the laptop screen. The thought gnawed at him. Esme had always been secretive, but this was different. This wasn't just her being guarded—this was calculated. She had chosen to keep it hidden.
A memory surfaced.
The day he'd proposed their contract marriage. Esme's golden-green eyes had glimmered with the same strange light as he'd threatened her. It was a moment he hadn't been able to shake. Now, looking at this picture, that same glow stared back at him.
Could it mean something? His pulse quickened as an idea formed in his mind.
On a whim, he typed in the date of that fateful day. The day he'd cornered Esme into signing their contract. It was absurd—why would she use that as a password? But as his fingers tapped the keys, a cold certainty gripped him.
The screen processed.
