The morning after their night of passion, Amelia woke to find herself alone in Harrison’s bed. The sheets were cool where his body had been, and a faint hint of his cologne lingered in the air. For a moment, she allowed herself to revel in the peace that had settled over her, the feeling of comfort and security that Harrison’s presence had brought. But as the events of the previous day rushed back, reality intruded, and a knot of tension formed in her stomach.
She couldn’t let herself get distracted. The world outside their intimate cocoon was full of dangers, and Victor Drakov was a
threat that couldn’t be ignored. Harrison’s assurance that he would be honest from now on was a start, but Amelia knew that trust wasn’t rebuilt in a single night. There was too much at stake, too many secre
