The vehicle sped through the dark, the neon lights of Obsidian City blurring past the windows. Avery sat in the rear cabin, her mind consumed by Evan's final statement: Dominic knows her location.
She stared at her own reflection in the glass. Her lips were still swollen. Hours ago in the lounge, that man had pinned her against the door and kissed her roughly. That forced kiss was pure humiliation. But what truly sickened her was herself.
During that bloody bite, trapped beneath his grip with nowhere to retreat, her heart had actually raced out of control. Avery knew she had felt something for him. The analytical closeness of their daily routines, their breathing tangled together by the bed, even the occasional trace of warmth he showed-all of it had provoked a hidden tremor within her,
