C18 The Ultimate Blackmail

The penthouse was suffocatingly quiet when we got home.

I sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, staring blankly at my hands. A smear of Greyson’s blood had dried on my coat sleeve—a stark, violent reminder of how easily Logan had dismantled the man who had haunted my thoughts for years. My knees wouldn't stop trembling. Every time I blinked