Ella Claire:
I should’ve walked away.
That would’ve been the smart thing to do. That would’ve been the girl I was before tonight.
But I didn’t come home from college to play it safe anymore. And I sure as hell didn’t come back to pretend that Raiden wasn’t exactly the kind of trouble I’d always wondered about.
We were still at the bar. Same pulsing lights. Same thumping music. But it all blurred into the background the second his hand brushed mine again.
“I’ve seen you before,” Raiden said, tone low and unreadable.
“You have?”
“Yeah.” His eyes slid over me, not like a man undressing a woman, but like he was stripping away every version of myself I’d ever pretended to be. “You were with Colt once. Long time ago.”
I blinked.
My spine straightened instinctively. “That was nothing.”
