Into the Fire
Rory’s POV
I should have run. I should have turned away from Julian and the secrets he was keeping. But something about him—about this dangerous game—kept pulling me in.
And now, standing in his penthouse with the weight of his promise lingering in the air, I realized I had just done the one thing I swore I wouldn’t do.
I had dared him to prove it.
Julian stepped closer, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. His fingers brushed against my wrist, featherlight but firm, a touch that sent a shiver down my spine.
“You want me to prove it?” His voice was low, almost a whisper. “Are you sure you’re ready for that, Rory?”
I swallowed hard. “I don’t think I’ve been ready for anything since the moment I met you.”
A flicker of something dangerous—desire, amusement, maybe even so
