Chapter 2
Clues in the Dark
Harper’s hands trembled slightly as she closed her apartment door behind her, the stranger’s warning echoing in her mind.
“I’m Ethan,” he said again, standing just inside the doorway. “I know it’s sudden, but you’re being followed. Someone doesn’t want you to see the gallery tonight — or the painting you were curating.”
Harper’s breath hitched. “Why me? I just… I just wanted to showcase the art. I don’t understand.”
Ethan’s dark eyes softened slightly. “It’s not just about the art. That painting contains something someone wants hidden. And now, you’re involved whether you like it or not.”
Harper’s pulse quickened. She took a step back, instinctively scanning the street through the window. Nothing. Too quiet. Too calm.
“You need to trust me,” Ethan said, stepping closer, his presence commanding yet protective. Harper felt an inexplicable pull toward him, a mixture of fear and curiosity that made her heart race.
Before she could reply, her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number:
“Stop digging or you’ll regret it.”
Harper’s stomach dropped. She looked at Ethan, who caught her gaze and gave a firm nod. “See? This isn’t a joke. We need to figure out who’s behind this — and fast.”
For the first time, Harper realized that danger could be thrilling. And more terrifying — and exciting — was the way her heart pounded whenever Ethan was near. The night was dark, the city silent, and the stakes were higher than she had ever imagined.
One thing was clear: Harper Lane’s life had become a puzzle of secrets, danger, and undeniable attraction — and she had just stepped into the middle of it.