The night air pressed heavy against Cara’s skin as she stood by the window, watching the city lights flicker like distant promises. Her phone buzzed again—another message from Michael.
“Tonight. One last chance.”
She laughed bitterly, but the ache behind her ribs whispered otherwise. Damian’s name lingered on her lips, and the memory of his touch sent a shiver down her spine.
Suddenly, a knock on the door shattered the silence.
It was Damian.
His eyes smoldered with a hunger that was almost dangerous, and when he stepped inside, the tension between them was electric, impossible to ignore.
“Cara,” he murmured, voice low and intoxicating. “You don’t have to play his game.”
She closed the door behind him, heart pounding. “But what if I want to?”
Damian smiled, a wicked curve that prom
