Morning light glittered gold across Amelia's uncovered shoulders via the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows. Once more she stood at the balcony with coffee in hand, the flavor acerb and bitter on her tongue—like the truth she was still digesting from the night before.
She’d kissed Sebastian.
And he’d kissed her back.
It should’ve meant nothing. It was supposed to mean nothing. They were allies in a war, partners in survival. A kiss should’ve been just another move on the board.
But the way he’d held her afterward… the way his eyes lingered as he saw her—it unsettled her far more than threats or secrets.
It felt real. And that made it dangerous.
As Sebastian came from the bedroom, his white shirt open at the collar, a tie hung free about his neck, she turned. He had fresh stubble an
