The silver glow in Rose’s eyes didn’t fade this time.
In the pitch-black living room, her vision didn't just adapt it transformed. The shadows retreated, replaced by a sharp clarity that turned the cabin into a stage beneath a cold spotlight.
But she wasn't looking at the room.
She was looking at him.
Ace stood frozen a few feet away, his wet clothes radiating a faint, ghostly steam that only her new eyes could detect. But it was his neck that held her completely captive. Beneath the dark stubble of his jawline, she could see the distinct, rhythmic thumping of his carotid artery. The pulse point jumped steadily, a heavy vibration of hot, vital life rushing just millimeters beneath his skin.
Her mouth went completely dry.
A sudden, sharp ache blossomed in the back of her throat a holl
