Silas Kade

You wake at 8:30 a.m. on the sofa in your father’s office, head pounding. A uniformed man sits with his back to you.

“Dad…”

Your father scolds you, says Silas brought you to the station, and leaves you alone together. Silas turns, restrained amusement in his eyes.

“You threw up all over me and passed out. I didn’t know where you lived—who knew you were my superior’s daughter? So, how are you going to thank me?”