Elena’s POV
The moon was too bright.
It streamed through the tall glass windows of the penthouse, spilling silver across the floor, across the sheets tangled around my legs. I had told myself a hundred times tonight that I would not let him touch me. That I would keep my walls high.
But when the elevator doors opened and Dax walked in, the air itself seemed to change.
His eyes found me where I sat curled on the edge of the bed. Dark. Hungry. Dangerous.
I hated the way my pulse reacted before my brain did.
“Still awake?” His voice was low, a rasp that brushed against my skin like velvet.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I said, sharper than I intended. “Too much noise.”
“Noise?”
I gestured toward the window, toward the moon hanging heavy in the night sky. “That thing.”
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