Darian Wolfe
I stood in the bathroom doorway, watching Maria relax in the bubble bath. The Wolfes’ castle surrounded us, with old stone walls full of history that I was just beginning to understand.
Steam rose from the large, fancy tub, wrapping around her like a gentle embrace. Her chestnut hair floated on the water, and her hazel eyes fixed on mine, drawing me in. I couldn’t look away. She was beautiful—too beautiful—and it stirred something dangerous in me. My plans swirled cold and sharp in my mind, but my body reacted, warming at the sight of her.
Maria was no longer just a way to fight Hector Reyes. She was my cousin, connected to me by blood and secrets, and that made my feelings more complicated.
I stepped closer, my boots thudding on the tile, my phone buzzing in my hand with
