“He’s back.”
The words on her screen pulsed like a threat.
Selene’s thumb hovered over the message. Rocco didn’t use those two words lightly, and after everything Darius just said about Lucien, it meant only one thing—this wasn’t over. Not even close.
She slid from the bed, she was still naked, her skin was swept away by the storm they just created between these walls. Her rob was on the floor, but she didn’t reach for it. Instead, she moved towards the window, tension gripping her bare spine like an invisible claw.
Darius sat up behind her, watching.
“You think it’s him?” she asked, voice steady despite the pulse banging in her neck.
Darius didn’t answer right away.
Then he said, “If it is, we have a bigger problem than we thought.”
Selene turned around. “You said he was a cleaner
