The contracted heart
Vanessa melted into him, heart racing, breath catching, every nerve alive.
Their intimacy was interrupted by a soft ping on Alexander’s secure device. Collins’ voice crackled through the earpiece, tense and urgent.
“Sir… multiple readings. Phase Three has begun. Three separate locations have activity. They’re mobilizing fast.”
Alexander’s jaw tightened. “I should go,” he said, voice low, lethal.
Vanessa shook her head, pressing her hand against his chest. “No. Not without me. We face this together. You said it yourself.”
His eyes softened, vulnerability flickering through the storm. “You’re insane,” he murmured, a small, dangerous smile breaking across his face. “And perfect. Fine. Together.
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