The plane began its descent, and the engines roared low in my bones. The vibration pressed up through the seat, into my chest, until I could almost believe the sound belonged to me instead of the machine. The city stretched out below, lights scattered across the dark like broken glass flung across velvet. Sharp. Beautiful. Dangerous.
My body still hummed with him. Every nerve remembered. The memory wasn’t even memory—it was present tense, branded into my skin, echoing in my muscles. My hands ached with the wanting not to reach for him again.
Cade sat across from me, hands resting loose on the armrests, posture deceptively relaxed. His gaze was fixed out the window, dark eyes lit now and then by the blink of navigation lights. He wasn’t ignoring me. Not exactly. His silence had weight, th
