AYLA
I stood at the balcony alone, staring at the starless night sky.
The sexual tension had worn off. Just a little.
But the memory of Cassian's lips on mine made me ache for him.
My stomach clenched.
But I welcomed each memory like a new bride.
One year.
Two years… even a lifetime apart, and only Cassian could make my back bend over willingly, like a lamb for sacrifice.
I placed a hand on my chest where his gaze had lingered.
A sweet smile curved its way out of my mouth before I could even stop it.
I felt alive. Anew. In love.
I had no idea how long he was going to be inside.
Whatever patience I had to wait here for him had frayed thin. I was going to meet him inside and cause him a little distraction.
I felt the unwelcome presence even before the sound.
"Mmm," a masculine hum came from behind, startling me.
I spun around quickly, pulse spiking.
Dante Moretti.
Aged. Face void of eyebrows. Lips thinned. A darkness about him that made me want to disappear.
