The cool, night breeze brushed against Linessa’s skin as they walked outside. The only sounds penetrating their senses were the sound of their own steps and the music from the meet-and-greet drifting behind them.
She could hear Clive’s breathing too; deep and rhythmic. “My car is parked over there.”
He pointed toward a silver sedan parked a few meters away. It lacked the intimidating luxury of Zhamar’s SUV, but under the moonlight, it looked sleek, understated…real.
He led her to the car, but instead of opening the door, his thumb hovered over the handle. He turned to her, his hazel eyes holding a new weight in them; a silent acknowledgement of the war she had just declared.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “Once we leave…then there’s probably no turning back.”
His gaze held her
