CHAPTER 24.
LENA POV
The sunset had bled out into deep indigo, leaving only the faint glow of dying light hanging on the horizon. I stood at the terrace railing.
Salvatore was too close. Not touching me, but standing near enough that I could feel the heat rolling off him in waves. I could smell the faint trace of gun oil and salt on his skin from the day's meetings. The scent made my chest tighten in ways I didn't want to examine.
I hated how aware I'd become of him. Every shift of his body. Every quiet breath. Every movement caught my attention like he was the only real thing in the world.
After what he'd done in that meeting publicly claiming me like I was already his property, his possession I should have been furious. I was furious. But underneath the anger, something hotter twist
