The door clicked behind her with a quiet finality.
Jenna turned, expecting darkness—but instead, the room was bathed in deep, seductive crimson. The walls were padded in rich red leather, the lighting low and glowing like embers. Chains hung from steel hooks in the corners, cuffs and velvet ropes arranged neatly on a black cabinet. An array of tools—some she couldn’t name, others she wished she couldn’t recognize—lined one wall like weapons.
The air was warmer here. Heavy with scent. Musk. Power. Him.
She backed away slowly, her body pressed to the door.
Ryker stood just a few feet away, no longer pretending to be a mate. There was no disguise now—only the look of a predator.
She spun around, panic rising. “Let me out.”
Ryker didn’t respond. He stepped forward slowly, the way a preda
