His Cold Heart, Her Hidden Fire

Previously

…Cee’s Art. Cee. The anonymity was her shield, but now, it was also her cage. Ava was systematically dismantling her life, using the very secrets Chloe had sworn to protect as her weapons. The rival’s shadow had fallen, and it was darker, more menacing, than Chloe had ever imagined. She looked at a sketch of a solitary dancer, her form fluid and powerful, a stark contrast to the fragility Chloe felt now. The fire within Cee was burning, but the ice around Chloe’s heart was growing. And Ava Sterling was fanning the flames of their division, one whispered lie at a time.