I didn’t look back.
Not when his voice still hung in the air, low and rough and dangerous.
Not when my heart pounded against my ribs as if it were trying to escape my chest.
Not when every fiber of my being was urging me to turn back.
Because I knew.
I knew if I glanced at him again, I would break.
So I did what I was trained to do.
I walked away.
And this time, I didn’t stop.
I was shaking by the time I returned to my room.
I shut the door behind me, leaning my back against the wood and taking sharp, ragged breaths.
"This isn’t over, Angel."
His voice reverberated through my skull, racing in circles like some tempest I couldn’t escape.
I pressed my eyes shut, angry at myself.
I had let him get too close.
Again.
And worse?
I had wanted to.
I sucked in a breath, running my
