The alley was quiet now, but the silence wasn’t comforting. Every shadow seemed alive, every sound amplified, and every heartbeat felt like it was being recorded. Maylen pressed her back lightly against the brick wall, still feeling the aftermath of the chaos the tension, the raw heat, the unspoken threats lingering in the air.
Lanry was there, impossibly close, his presence overwhelming. She could smell him ,his scent was sharper, more intoxicating than ever, and it clung to her like smoke after a fire. Citrus, faint hints of cologne, and that indefinable part of him that seemed to exist just for her. It made her pulse spike, made her knees ache in ways she hadn’t anticipated. His eyes never left her, dark and smoldering, filled with a need that was terrifying and magnetic at the same ti
