APRIL
I watch him as he climbs through the open window. He’s soaked from the rain, water dripping from his clothes and hair.
His face is flushed, his eyes wild and sharp, and for a moment he looks less like a man and more like something primal. I wonder if this is what Diablo looks like when he loses control.
Then, against my better judgment, I wonder if this is what he would be like in bed.
I shake that thought away quickly. It’s not something I should be thinking about, not when my bed is just a few feet away and Aria is out again on one of her endless online dates.
The apartment is quiet, just the sound of the rain outside and my heart pounding. We’re alone. If I wanted to, I could take his hand and lead him to my bed. It would take only a few steps.
“You need to get out of thos
