I stood on the balcony of my bedroom, the night air biting at my skin. It was late, the kind of hour where the world felt like it belonged to shadows and secrets. Behind me, inside the room, Elena was buried under my silk sheets. She hadn't moved in hours. She was exhausted, her body finally giving in to the stress and the heat of what we had done in my office.
My phone vibrated in my hand. I didn't need to look at the caller ID. I already knew. I pressed it to my ear, my eyes fixed on the dark horizon.
"Is she safe?" The voice was rough, and deeper than his.
"She’s asleep," I said. "In my bed."
I heard a sharp exhale on the other end. "Of course she is. You always were the one to take what you wanted first, brother."
"I'm tired of the games, Killian," I snapped, my grip tightening on
