Kaelen POV
To an extent, you could say I am quite experienced in things relating to women.
Not love. Not feelings. Not the mushy stuff.
I am talking about the practical side. The surface. The game.
I know how they think. I know what they like. I know what to do to make a woman happy.
Buy her flowers. Open the door. Tell her she is beautiful. Remember her birthday.
Simple things. Easy things.
But Naomi is not simple. She is not easy.
She is a storm. A puzzle. A wound that will not heal.
And I am lost.
I stand in the dark hallway, facing Lukas. His gray eyes glow in the red emergency lights. He is taller than I expected. Broader. His hands hang at his sides, but I see the tension in his shoulders.
He is armed.
"Lukas," I say. "You are not welcome here."
"I am not here to be welc
