The mansion was quiet now, but the silence was deceptive. Tessa could feel it in her bones—the kind of stillness that came right before chaos struck. Dastien’s hand stayed firm on the small of her back as they moved through the dimly lit corridors, every shadow a potential threat.
Her body still hummed from the heat of their earlier closeness, the memory of his hands, his lips, the way he’d claimed her… it made her pulse race and her wolf restless. She had to keep herself in check, not just because of the danger, but because being near him now was like standing on the edge of a cliff, thrilling and terrifying all at once.
Dastien’s amber eyes scanned the hall, sharp, predatory, while his fingers squeezed her hip just enough to ground her. “Stay close,” he whispered, his voice low, danger
