The door to the Master Suite clicked shut.The sound was soft, final, and terrifying.Vespera stood with her back to the wood, surveying the room. If the rest of the Fortress was a museum of cold steel, this room was a cave. Dark gray walls absorbed the light. Heavy velvet curtains blocked out the city. The air smelled of cedar, rain, and the distinct, musk-and-ozone scent of Cyprian Hale.It was masculine. It was intimate. And it was dominated by a bed that looked large enough to sleep a small army."Relax," Cyprian said, walking past her. "The door isn't locked. You can leave anytime."He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling his sleeves up further to reveal the thick muscles of his forearms. He looked too big for the room, too filled with kinetic energy to be contained by four walls.Vespera pushed off the door. She spotted a sleek, black leather chaise lounge in the corner near the window."I’ll take the couch," she announced, marching toward it."No," Cyprian said. He didn't look up from
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