VANCE'S POV
I'm sitting in my car, my hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary, staring out at the city streets as they blur past.
I left Megan's hotel about ten minutes ago, and I still can't get the image of her out of my head.
The way she looked at me when I kissed her.
That brief, fleeting moment where time seemed to stop, and it was just us.
Her lips were soft, warm, and for a second, I thought maybe, just maybe, she'd kiss me back fully.
But she didn't.
She didn't pull away either, which has to count for something, right?
Still, I could feel the hesitation and conflict.
And I'd be lying if I said I didn't know exactly why.
Xarion.
That bastard's shadow is still looming over her, over us, and it pisses me off more than I care to admit.
I let out a
