"Let her go," Grayson said again, voice low and sharp.

Julian hesitated for a beat, then finally loosened his grip and released Kate's arm. She stepped back, clutching the sore spot, but didn't take her eyes off him for a second.

"Well, well… the great Grayson Maxwell. The dark knight swooping in to save the lawyer."

Grayson didn't respond. He just stood there, still and focused, watching him like a predator sizing up its prey.

Julian slowly turned his gaze back to Kate, and his expression twisted into something cruel.

"Or should we call her by another title?" he sneered, savoring every word. "I wonder… does Sienna know her lover's getting cozy with another woman? Funny, isn't it? The same woman fighting to give her her freedom."

Kate's jaw clenched, but Julian kept going, clearly enjoying every second.

"Of course she doesn't know. But let me give you a little advice—don't get your hopes up. Grayson has a thing for Sienna. Sure, there've been others, but he'll never leave