The moment they stepped out of the alley, every breath Maylen took felt sharp. The cold night air didn’t cool anything. Not her pulse. Not the heat spiraling between the three of them. Not the tension that had wrapped itself around her body like a second skin.
Lanry walked beside her, but it didn’t feel like walking. It felt like being hunted. His gaze never left her. Every few seconds she felt it on her cheeks, her neck, her chest. Heavy. Hungry. Burning. As if he was trying to memorize her before someone else took her away.
Aiden walked on her other side. The opposite of Lanry. His presence was quiet, slow, knowing. But the way he looked at her was no less intense. He didn’t chase her with his eyes. He waited for her to look at him first. And when she did, he held her with a gentle hea
