MasukMARS The restaurant has seven exits.Two for guests. Three into the kitchens. One to the loading bay. The last sits behind a frosted-glass door marked STAFF ONLY. Fourteen cameras watch the dining floor. Three of which have blind spots.I hate it.Nora walks beside my wheelchair, her arms folded tight, refusing to look at me. Her heels click against the marble in angry taps.She hasn't spoken since we left the villa. Thirty-two minutes. The longest she's ever stayed quiet around me."Your friend is near the window," I say."I can see her.""I know.""Then why tell me?"Because I need to hear her voice. Because every time she drifts beyond the reach of my hand, monstrous thoughts cloud my mind.I keep those answers to myself.Valentina sits alone at a table overlooking the fountains, enormous sunglasses perched on her nose even indoors, sipping something sickeningly green.She spots us. Her mouth drops open. Then her gaze lands on the wheelchair."Oh, hell," she growls.Nora's a
NORA I don't like this at all. Hell, I don't like the way he's staring. However, my curiosity is still winning. I have to know what I'm dealing with. I won't be surprised if he's a vampire from the 1800s.Could explain why he thinks stalking and obsession is romantic. Or why he's nearly thirty and still looks twenty-three. And his ridiculous stamina—What the fuck, Nora? Get your shit together."You broke three men apart like they weren't human," I say, and his eyes slip closed in exasperation.He exhales slowly through his nose. It feels like he is counting himself down from something. When his eyes open again, they seem even darker. A shudder runs through me."Please," he says.The word should soften me. It doesn't. Especially not with his gaze tracking my hands, the distance between us, and the heavy ceramic soap dispenser beside my elbow.He is assessing the room. Assessing me. The realization makes me want to hightail it out of here."You're doing it now," I whisper.His ex
NORA Mars' hand slips slowly beneath the hem of my singlet. His palm moves over my stomach, before climbing higher."Mars."His hand closes gently around my breast and my breath catches. Lazily, he brushes his thumb over my nipple. I bite my lip before the sound building in my throat can escape."Let me guess," he mumbles. "You're still going."I try to glare at him, but his thumb circles again."I'm going to renegotiate,” I say.His eyebrow lifts."I'll decline the travel condition," I continue, struggling to keep my voice steady. "If he still insists I have to travel with him, the deal is off."Mars studies me, his thumb freezing."You mean that?""Yes."A long breath leaves him. "Fine. This is part of my punishment, isn't it?"He draws me closer until my tits are near his mouth.A question sparkles in his eyes. The fact that he asks without words softens me.I nod.Mars lifts the edge of my singlet slowly. His soft lips close around my nipple, and my breath shudders.He suck
NORA A long silence stretches between us. Then Mars lifts his gaze to mine, his gaze heavy."Otto was the perfect heir."I stare at him, frowning. "What does that mean?""It means while they taught me how to endure pain, they taught him how to cause it without getting blood on his hands."My stomach churns."He knows about the lessons?" I whisper.Mars gives me a slow nod. "He was there for some of them."The room falls deathly quiet.Fragments rush through my mind—Otto opening the door in silk and studying my wedding ring. The way he said, 'Everyone is always being tested, Mrs. Gregory.'I tighten the robe around myself, suddenly feeling cold."Why didn't you tell me this before I went?""Because I didn't remember his name until you said it." His voice is hollow. "And now... I remember enough."His gaze hardens. "Otto never does anything without an agenda."I glance towards the black folder resting on the armchair. My dream sits inside that folder. So does a trap.Mars watches
NORA "He wants me to work directly under him for six months. Including traveling with him," I reply carefully, and Mars' expression empties in an instant."You're not doing it."The possessiveness in his voice should annoy me. Instead, it sends a little thrill down my spine. I shove it down.I laugh, stunned by the audacity. "Oh, good. I must have missed the part where my career became another division of Gregory Enterprises.""Nora.""No." I throw the folder onto the armchair. "You pushed me to go tonight. You practically ordered me out of your hospital room because dreams don't knock twice, remember?""You don't know him."I stare at his profile, at the hard line of his jaw and the pulse beating rapidly in his throat."Are you fucking kidding me? He said you two were in the same academy. Something must have happened. Explain.""I can't explain all of it."A bitter laugh slips out of me. "Fantastic.""Love—""No, really. This is great. Another secret. Another shadowy person fro
NORA "You were fifteen minutes late this morning," he utters and I bite the inside of my cheek.What exactly is this man's problem?"And you offered me another meeting," I point out."I was curious." The casual arrogance in his voice makes my spine stiffen. Of course he was curious. Because the whole world clearly revolves around whatever amuses Mr. Robe at nine o'clock at night."Well, now you've seen me." I flash him a cool, polite smile. "Mystery solved."I turn away from the door. His hand closes around my wrist before I can walk away."Come in, Mrs. Gregory."I glance back. His expression is unreadable, but there's a sharp glint of amusement in his eyes. He steps aside. A sliver of hesitation creeps into my veins. Suddenly, I don't like this situation. But I'm not one to cower.I enter carefully, keeping as much distance between us as the enormous suite allows. My pen-knife is tucked between my fingers. Just in case.Floor-to-ceiling windows sparkle with the city lights
NORA I finally collapse onto my bed, the familiar scent of my childhood room doing nothing to calm the storm in my head. Two Tylenol and a glass of water later, and my skull is still spinning like a broken carousel. I refuse to think about the fact that I might or might not be legally marr
NORA I stare at him, my pulse roaring in my ears. I feel sick to my stomach. But I curl my fists, refusing to show it. "Start from the beginning. Tell me everything," I spit, my voice unsteady. "We're married, Nora," he says flatly. "That's all you need to know." A wild laugh bubbles out of
NORA My skull is hosting a full-on rave with bass, strobe lights, and the works. I groan and crack one eye open, only to get assaulted by aggressive sunlight and the mother of all hangovers. This is not the Evermont ballroom. This is... a hotel suite? Oh God. Where the hell am I? Ugh, my
NORA His scent hits me first. How is that possible? It's been three years. Yet, I still recognize it.Woodsy scent, mixed with that perfect amber. A scent so expensive and masculine that I spent entirely too much time pretending I didn't notice back then.My heart starts racing as he takes







