Chapter Twenty-Seven
The air in Stefan’s office was thick with tension, the kind that settled deep in my bones. I had just spent the last few hours sitting through a meeting that had left my head spinning with terms I barely understood and decisions that would have massive consequences. But none of it mattered, not really. Not when Stefan’s sharp gaze was on me, studying me like I was some kind of puzzle he was determined to solve.
I could feel his eyes on me even when I wasn’t looking directly at him, his presence filling the room. His voice, when it spoke, was low, commanding, a tone that could make the world bend to his will. And yet, despite the power and wealth he had at his fingertips, there was something else in him that kept me on edge—a hunger. A hunger I couldn’t quite place, but that I knew had something to do with me.
I wasn’t stupid. I could see the way he watched me, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long, the way his movements were always calculated when we we
