Chapter 87

Nora POV

Vincent stops a few feet away, his brow creasing as his gaze flicks between David and me.

“Everything alright?” his asks again, keeping his voice low and controlled.

David looks at us both for a long moment – first Vincent’s hand, then my face, then back to the hand again. The corner of his mouth lifts in a small, private smirk that disappears quickly.

“Perfectly,” David says. “Just old friends catching up.” He nods toward me, polite enough to look professional. “Mrs. Calder.”

He turns without waiting for a reply, walks past us, and heads down the hallway toward the elevators. The faint smell of cedar stays behind.

Vincent watches him until the corridor is empty. Then he drops his hand from my back and turns to face me. “What the hell was that