Denver.
I closed the hidden door behind us and allowed the silence inside the room to settle slowly.
Selena stood at the center of the room, naked, her body trembling faintly with awareness but her eyes remaining fixed on mine as though she had decided not to escape the weight of my presence even when fear tightened softly around her breathing.
She had not seen this side of me before and yet something inside her trusted that the darkness I carried would not swallow her whole.
The jealousy still lived inside my chest, slow and burning like a patient animal resting beneath skin every time the memory of another man touching her crossed my mind, not because I feared losing her, but because the thought of Christopher believing he had access to what was mine stirred something territorial and
