I woke up tangled in Damien Vale’s arms while rain whispered against the penthouse windows.
For one peaceful, dangerous moment, I forgot about fires.
Forgot about Salvatore.
Forgot about the Black Quarter bleeding itself apart beneath Ashbourne.
There was only warmth.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist.
Slow breathing against the back of my neck.
And the terrifying realization that somehow, somewhere along the way, this had started feeling normal.
Dangerously normal.
My eyes opened slowly to the soft grey light spilling through the bedroom windows. The city skyline stretched endlessly beyond the glass, blurred by rain and storm clouds.
Damien shifted slightly behind me.
His hand tightened instinctively against my stomach.
Protective even asleep.
God.
That should not have aff
