Haru crept out of Devil’s bedroom with the stealth of a trained assassin, her shoes dangling from her fingers and last night’s dress clinging stubbornly to her thighs. Her heart thundered in her chest as she eased the door shut, holding her breath until she heard the click of the latch.
Shit. What the hell had she done?
The hall was dimly lit by the early morning sun filtering through the curtains, the quiet buzz of the compound slowly waking up around her. Haru tiptoed past the living room, the faint scent of beer, smoke, and leather lingering in the air. She didn’t dare glance back.
One night. It was supposed to be one impulsive, reckless, alcohol-laced night. She hadn’t even meant to talk to Devil when she walked into the party yesterday. He was Violet’s older brother. Off-limits. In
