RAIDEN’S POV
The soft creak of the chair beneath me was the only sound in the room, save for the faint whistle of the wind outside. I stared at the fireplace, it’s flickering flames casting shadows that danced along the walls. My thoughts weren’t on the fire, though. They were on her.
Liana.
I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting here, but her face was burned into my mind, her name rolling over my tongue like a forbidden taste. I leaned back, shutting my eyes as her image took center stage once again—had striking beauty, her fiery glare, and that air of vulnerability she carried, even while trying to look strong.
I shouldn’t be thinking this way. She was off-limits, and yet I couldn’t help myself. Every curve of her body, the feel of her ass on my hands when I carried her out of that
