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
CARA's POVAngela hadn’t said much—just murmured something about the far wing, past the quarters, behind the overgrown path where the vineyard dips into quiet. I don’t think she meant for me to take it seriously. But I had to.There’s only so much pretending a person can do before they start to fray
Desdemona.She stepped further into the ruined sitting room, her heels sharp against the floor. Not rushed. Not cautious. Just… amused.I watched her. Really watched her this time. The slight sway of her hips—not exaggerated, not bait. Measured. Controlled. The kind of walk that said she didn’t need
WESLEY's POVThe air was thick with smoke and blood. My hands were slick with it—some mine, most not.I ducked a wild swing and slammed my shoulder into the bastard’s gut, driving him back into a shattered end table. The wood cracked behind him, and he folded. One left on my right. I heard him befor
Blood now splattered the expensive wallpaper. The rug was stained. Lamps overturned. The room smelled like sweat and ozone.Still more feet rushed in. They’d underestimated me. I could hear it in the way they now yelled—less strategy, more desperation.I let them. Let them think I was here to die.L







