The keys hit the marble countertop with a sharp, echoing ring, a sound that signaled the end of the world as Raya had known it and the beginning of something far more dangerous. Killian didn't wait for her to lead the way. He didn’t need a tour of the layout; his eyes were fixed solely on her, tracking the way the harbor lights played across her skin.
He moved with the predatory grace she had come to associate with his power, backing her toward the wall of glass that looked out over the dark, churning waters of the Boston harbor. Raya’s breath hitched, her heart doing those frantic cartwheels as she felt the cool surface of the window press against her back, while the front of her body was consumed by the radiating heat of him.
"You said you missed me," he murmured, his voice a low, grav
