Emma arrived at Kane’s apartment just after 9 p.m., slipping in through the side entrance he had instructed her to use. The moment she stepped inside, the familiar scent of his cologne wrapped around her, but tonight the atmosphere felt heavier.
Kane was waiting in the living room, standing by the large window overlooking the glittering city lights. He had changed into a black shirt and dark jeans, looking less like her professor and more like the dangerous man she had met in the club.
“You came,” he said quietly, turning to face her.
“I didn’t have much choice,” Emma replied, but even as the words left her mouth, she knew they were only half-true. She had come because she wanted to see him. That truth terrified her more than Jessica’s threats.
Kane studied her for a long moment, then
