Moonlight on the water. Salt on my skin. Her pulse is still f*****g hammering against my tongue—from when I dragged my mouth down her throat and almost lost it.
Maddox's voice cuts in sharply.
A few hours after that, we kiss in the lake, and the world is already going to hell.
“Alpha. The body is in the east quadrant. You need to see this.”
I leave her on the rock, neck still tilted, breathing sharp and uneven. I force myself into the dark before I can change my mind. I don’t look back. If I do, there’s nothing left to stop me.
But the body isn't in the east quadrant. It's here, right outside her door.
Rafe. Twenty-four. My enforcer. One clean stroke, ear to collarbone. No mess. Just cold, professional work. A silver blade is buried to the hilt in his chest, a cord wrapped tight arou
