The walk back to the penthouse elevator was a blur. Crystal's hand throbbed, not from pain, but from a strange, residual energy, a phantom recoil that echoed up her arm. She was intensely aware of Thy walking beside her. He hadn’t touched her since he stepped away, but his presence was a physical weight, a heat she could feel even a foot away. The air in the elevator was so thick with unspoken tension, she felt she could barely draw a full breath.
His arousal was still a palpable force in the small space. It wasn't just physical; it was a dark, possessive energy that filled the elevator, a silent declaration that the raw, lethal power she'd just touched was his territory, and by extension, so was she. He was looking at her, she could feel his gaze on the side of her face, but she couldn't
