ISLA
I woke to sunlight streaming through my bedroom window and the disorienting realization that I wasn’t alone in my apartment.
For a blissful half-second, I'd forgotten everything.
Then it all came crashing back: Jaxon's betrayal, the terrace, silver eyes in the darkness, and the mate bond that had wrapped around my ribs like a vice.
And Gideon Crossbane was sleeping on my couch.
I sat up slowly, listening. There was no movement from the living room.
Maybe he left already, despite saying he would stay the night. Or maybe I had imagined the whole thing? Some grief-induced hallucination brought on by heartbreak and champagne.
But when I crept to my bedroom door and opened it a crack, there he was.
The Apex of the Untouchable Seven was folded onto my tiny couch, still fully dresse
