LOGINADDISON I’d cancelled my studio session. The idea of walking through the busy streets, into a building with so many people, so many windows… it made my chest feel tight. It was easier to hide here. I told my manager I was “working from home.” It wasn’t a complete lie. I was trying to work, but my mind kept drifting.It drifted to last night. To the kitchen, warm with the smell of cookies. To Axel standing so close I could see the different shades of green in his eyes. To the feeling of his thumb on my neck, his breath mixing with mine. The memory sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with fear. We almost missed.Then I’d hate myself for it. He’d practically said it. He didn’t do love. He was just being “helpful.” I was a problem to solve with his resources, last night a part of me wished he answered differently. I sighed, burying my face in my hands.My mom’s call had been the pin that popped the bubble. “You need to bring this Axel Rex to the house, Addison. It’s time we m
AXEL I was so close. Her breath was warm on my lips, her eyes wide and trusting. The world had narrowed to the space between us, and for a second, I forgot about absolutely everything.Then my phone rang. The shrill sound was like a bucket of ice water. Fuck!I flinched back, a low growl of frustration rumbling in my chest. “Damn it,” I muttered, pulling the phone from my pocket. It was Williams, my assistant. The timing was perfect, and perfectly awful.“I have to take this,” I said, my voice rough. I saw the flicker of something—disappointment?—in Addison’s eyes before she nodded and I turned and walked out of the kitchen, putting the living room between us.“This better be important,” I snapped into the phone.“Sir, I’m sorry,” Williams’s voice was tense. “But there’s a situation at the main headquarters. A significant data breach. We suspect someone is feeding project specs to Haper-corp Industries. They’ve underbid us on three major contracts this week with impossible precision
AxelHer eyes were wide reflecting confused and sleepy. “How did you even get in?”“I know the code.”“What?” Her voice rose, sleepiness replaced by indignation. “How? Axel, this is an invasion of privacy! It’s, like, a top-tier crime. I could sue.” She pouted a little, her arms crossing over her robe.I couldn’t help it. A smile touched my lips. She looked so serious, and so completely adorable.“Why are you smiling?” she demanded. “I’m being serious here!”“I understand that,” I said, forcing my expression to soften. “I’m just checking for loopholes. Anything a stalker could use. There is no privacy when it comes to your safety, firefly.”Her face changed, curiosity softening her anger. “Firefly? Why out of all nicknames do you call me that?”The truth came out before I could stop it. “Because you are very similar to one. Absolutely gorgeous and attractive… but dangerous, too.”A slow, teasing grin spread across her face. “So you find me attractive. Well, that’s new, Mr. Rex.”“It’s
Axel “Time is running out, Axel,” he said, no greeting, just business. “You have one week. You need to come to Greece. To the usual place. You know the preparations that have to be made.”A memory flashed, sharp and humiliating. Not a memory of sight, but of sensation. The cold, unforgiving bite of reinforced silver chains against my wrists and ankles. The sting of the needle as they injected the concoction meant to dampen the fire in my blood. The taste of my own rage, metallic and hot, as I fought against all of it. And the worse memories—the times the chains had strained, the times the drugs had felt like water against a forest fire, and the times where my bloodlust had won. The aftermath I was never allowed to see, only clean up.“I know,” I said, my voice flat. “I’ll be there.”There was a pause on the other end of the line. A suspicious one. “You’ve never been late before, Axel. You usually come months in advance, to… acclimatize. What’s keeping you?”The image of her face, lau
AXEL The night was long. I didn’t sleep, not that I slept often on normal occasions but tonight I was restless. I sat in the dark of my study, waited, and waited.Every hour, exactly on the hour, my phone would light up with a text from Marcus.00:00: All quiet. Lights out in main bedroom.01:00: All quiet.02:00: All quiet.03:00: Heard movement. Ms. Amber got a glass of water. Returned to bedroom.Every chime was a relief and a fresh wave of frustration. I should be there. Not outside the door. Inside. In that bedroom, with her back against my chest, where I could feel her breathe and know with my own senses that she was safe. But I stayed away. Being that close, with the moon’s pull already making my blood feel too hot and my thoughts too sharp… it was a risk. I might lose control. And I couldn’t let her see that.The stupid, selfish part of me was furious. The mega moon was a ticking clock. My plan had been simple: finish in Greece, send her home, and then I would disappear. Go s
ADDISON The sound wasn’t loud. That was the worst part.It wasn’t a crash or a bang. It was a soft, sliding scrape from the direction of my living room, like a piece of furniture being gently nudged across the hardwood floor.My eyes flew open in the dark. My heart instantly slammed against my ribs, a frantic, trapped animal. I held my breath, my whole body frozen under the covers.Silence.Maybe it was the building settling. Maybe it was Jules, having forgotten something? But no, she’d texted me if she would be coming. Then I heard it again. A faint, shuffling step. Not outside in the hall. Inside.Pure, cold terror flooded my veins. The note. How long do you think you can hide?My phone was on the nightstand. My hand shot out, fumbling for it in the dark. My fingers were so clumsy with fear I almost dropped it. I didn’t think. There was only one person my mind screamed for.It rang once before he picked up. His voice was alert, clear, not sleepy at all. “Addison?”“Axel,” I whispe







