Davon didn’t know how long he stood outside the door after talking to Brandon, arms crossed, frustration curling through his veins.
Bond with her.
Like it was that simple. Like Nia wasn’t fighting them at every turn, looking at them like they were just as bad as Alia.
He exhaled sharply and reentered the room, the lock clicking shut behind him.
Nia was still asleep, her breaths steady, her face smoothed out in a way that almost made her look… peaceful. Almost. Because he knew better. She was not peaceful. She was a storm in the body of a woman. A walking, breathing challenge that made his instincts snarl for dominance.
His gaze flickered over her—over the sharp angles of her face, the way her hair fanned across the pillow. His jaw tightened as he ran a hand down his face.
How the hel
