EVERLY'S POVThe bed was empty, though the sheets were still a chaotic mess, carrying Steve’s scent—a cocktail of dark chocolate, expensive tobacco, and pure danger. I pulled the silk duvet up to cover myself, feeling exposed not because of my lack of clothes, but because of the way Steve had looked at me. He hadn’t looked at me the way Spencer used to look at his wife; he looked at me like a conqueror who had just finished mapping out his new territory.I stood up, my legs trembling slightly as they touched the cold marble floor. On the vanity, the blood-red ruby ring shimmered in the morning light. It was as red as a fresh wound, exactly as Steve had described it. I slid it back onto my finger. The weight of it felt like a golden handcuff."You’re awake." That low, baritone voice made me flinch. Steve was standing on the balcony, wearing only his black tuxedo trousers from the night before, his white shirt unbuttoned and loose. He held a cup of black coffee, his storm-gray eyes wat
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