The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light spilling into the clearing as Lena sat on the cabin’s porch, trying to catch her breath. The evening chill bit into her skin, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging in her heart. The tension between Marcus and Damien had reached a boiling point, and she felt caught between two forces pulling her in opposite directions.
Footsteps crunched behind her, and Lena turned to see Marcus stepping out of the shadows. His piercing blue eyes softened when they met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Marcus said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “Are you alright?”
Lena forced a smile, nodding even though her hear
