The door clicked shut behind them, sealing Jenna in with him. Her pulse jumped, wild and frantic, as Kaelion strode deeper into the room like he owned the air itself.
“Take off your jacket,” he said. Not loud. Not rough. Just the quiet authority of a man who didn’t expect refusal.
Jenna’s fingers shook against the buttons. “Why?”
“Because I told you to.” His eyes cut over his shoulder, lazy and lethal all at once.
Lexa stirred inside her, hackles raised. He’s toying with us. Could you not give him the satisfaction?
But Jenna’s hands obeyed anyway, sliding the fabric down her arms. The way he watched her; half predator, half something softer she couldn’t name, made her stomach knot.
Kaelion stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek with the back of his knuckle. The touc
