Chapter 154 A New Name, A New Threat

The wind cut sharp off the cliffs as Jasper strode into the private study beneath the estate’s west wing, Rockwell Manor’s pulse beat low here, hidden from the velvet-laced rooms upstairs. Genevieve stood at the desk, bare arms crossed, chin high, her silk robe catching in the breeze from the open windows. Her poise, all edges and composure, cracked slightly when she saw the file in Jasper’s hands. “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.”