Zara stormed into Kai's corporate penthouse with fury in her stride. Her heels struck the glossy marble like hammer blows, the echo of her determination bouncing off every high wall and crystal chandelier. She didn't wait for the guards or secretaries or his men in suits. They all knew who she was, and the way she moved made it clear that stopping her would be a waste of energy—and possibly a few limbs.
The mansion was breathtaking, but it didn't stand out as that to Zara today. She came here for a mission, and nothing less
"Kai!" she shouted, shoving open the doors to his office.
The Frost heir sat behind his desk, fingers templed, eyes fixed on something abstract. The skyline of Imperial City lit up behind him, a symphony of twinkling ambition and violence. But Zara didn't care for poetic views tonight. She needed answers.
"I need to talk to you. Now."
Kai didn't even blink. "You always do."
Zara slammed both palms on the desk, her fury barely restrained. "Where is Bertha?"
