LOGINShe was fire—and she knew I was the one already burning.Nico murmured something at her ear. She smiled, then laughed, tipping her head back. Her throat exposed. His hand too close to her spine.She flicked her gaze toward me—barely a glance. Then turned away.My jaw tightened.“Jesus,” Cooper mutte
WESLEY's POVI arrived fashionably late, as expected. A calculated move—enough to rattle Mona and remind the rest of them I only appeared when I damn well pleased. Cooper flanked me in silent formation, his eyes sweeping the grand marble entryway like a soldier entering enemy territory. Technically,
But it wasn’t until I felt the sudden presence at my side that I knew the temperature had dropped.Wesley.He didn’t say a word, but the silence around him roared. He was dressed in his usual sharp lines and shadowed intensity, but something about him now was coiled—tightly held fury barely hidden b
CARA's POVThe zipper hissed softly as I adjusted the back of my dress, smoothing the fabric over my hips. The satin clung like a second skin, emerald green and deliberate—just enough modesty to pass as elegant, just enough curve to command attention. I glanced at my reflection, tilting my chin slig
I stood, calm and controlled.“She’s neither.”Mona’s eyes gleamed as she closed the last of the space between us. She was close enough that I could see the scar near her collarbone—the one she kept visible on purpose.“She should be one or the other,” she whispered. “Soon. Because people are watchi
WESLEY's POVThe hum of the servers was the only sound that didn’t piss me off tonight.I leaned against the edge of the control desk, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the monitors. Grainy footage from every inch of the estate flickered across the wall—shadows passing through halls, staff rotations logge
I moved silently toward the bedroom door, now slightly ajar.Another step.Closer.I tightened my grip. Raised the extinguisher above my head.And just as I swung it forward—“Cara?”I froze.Wesley.My brain scrambled to rewire itself in real time as I stared at him—bare-chested, clad only in black
CARA's POVMy phone buzzed violently on the nightstand, jolting me from a restless sleep.For a second, I blinked into the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, half-dreaming, half-recovering from another wave of nausea I’d battled hours earlier. But the moment I saw Selina Peters’ name
“He died when I was sixteen,” he said, setting it down face-up on the desk. “Heart attack. Fast. Violent. The kind of thing that doesn’t give you time to say anything.”I watched him carefully. His voice was even. Detached. But his hand lingered on the photo a moment too long.“I’m sorry,” I said, s
CARA's POV“Behind you!”He didn’t hesitate.The second my voice cracked the air, he spun—just in time.The first attacker lunged, knife flashing under the swinging bulb. Juan sidestepped it cleanly, grabbing the man by the wrist and twisting hard. There was a sickening snap—then a gunshot. One clea







