LOGINNORA The taxi stops outside the villa, but I don't get out. I sit there with my purse clutched against my stomach, staring through the window at the dark building.Valentina had reminded me that the villa has staff, nurses, doctors, security, and enough cameras to capture Mars breathing from twelve different angles.He does not need me. That was her point. And she is right. I'm only here to collect a few things. Then I'm returning to Val's suite.Simple.So why does my chest feel so tight?"Madam?" the driver asks."One minute."He nods and settles back. I look at the villa again.The last time Mars thought I was gone, he regressed so badly that he barely recognized the world around him.That wasn't my fault.His recovery cannot depend entirely on me being within touching distance. That isn't healthy for either of us. Still, I remember how terrified he looked when my taxi pulled away.I close my eyes and groan. "God, I hate that man."The driver wisely says nothing.I push th
MARCELLUS Nora walks out of the restaurant without looking back. I follow. The wheelchair is too slow. Every push of the wheels feels like it's working against me. By the time I reach the entrance, she's already standing at the curb with her arms crossed, scanning the street like she's searching for an escape route."Nora."She doesn't turn."We're going back to the villa,” I say."No." Her voice is flat. "I'm not going back with you right now."I grip the armrests until the metal bites into my palms."I know you're pissed. But you're also not thinking straight right now."She finally looks at me. There's no heat in her eyes. Her gaze is so cold, so unlike her."Between the two of us, you're the one who hasn't been thinking."A taxi pulls up. She raises her hand, and the driver slows.I push forward. "Don't."She opens the door."Nora—""I need space, Mars." She pauses with one foot inside the car. "If you follow me, I will not forgive you."The door closes and the taxi pulls
MARS 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 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 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
EVERMONT UNIVERSITY GRAND HALL 30TH OF JUNE, 2025 08:25 PM. NORA “Tell me you didn’t,” I say to my boyfriend, trembling from the shock of what I just discovered.His brows pull together. “What are you talking about?”“The Taste of Tomorrow deal.”He just stares at me in silence, and su
EVERMONT UNIVERSITY, OFF-CAMPUS 30TH OF JUNE, 2022 08:45PM. ~~~~~ NORA I can't believe I'm making out with my mortal enemy three days after breaking up with my boyfriend. Marcellus Gregory has me pinned against the wall of his off-campus apartment, his mouth devouring mine. His hands ar







