Deep Inside
alive.
I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around me, heart beating unevenly as I looked around the penthouse bedroom. Then I saw him—Caelan. Standing at the floor-length window, shirtless, his tattoos in full display. A jagged raven spanned his spine, wings black and torn. The muscles of his back moved with each breath like living armor.
"You disobeyed," he said without turning around. His voice wasn’t angry. It was...calm. Dangerous.