I watched the streetlights flicker across Tess’s profile, the sharp line of her jaw set in that cold, beautiful resolve. She had played them. She had sat at a table of ancient, blood-thirsty predators, and spoke to them as if she had them on a leash.
Everyone gets what they deserve.
The words should’ve chilled me, but they only made the wolf inside me pace with an obsessive, frantic hunger. She was perfect. She was the only woman I had ever met who could stand in the eye of the storm I’d created, and look for the weak points.
When we reached the penthouse, the silence was different than it had been that morning. It was heavier, charged with the proximity of the moon. I could feel the pull of it in my bones, a low-frequency hum that made my skin feel too tight.
“Get some sleep, Tess
