The morning light hadn’t even begun to touch the Boston harbor when Raya’s eyes snapped open. It was exactly 5:00 AM—the internal clock she could never seem to switch off, no matter how much Scotch she drank or how late she stayed up.
Beside her, the bed was a fortress of warmth. Killian was a steady, radiating heat at her back, his breathing deep and even. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, the blue light stinging her eyes in the darkness.
Her notifications were a battlefield. Chloe had sent a string of messages, each one more frantic than the last.
Chloe: RAYA! WAKE UP!
Chloe: Girl, you’re in the tabloids. Like, FRONT PAGE.
Chloe: [Link: Global Insider - Blackwood’s Mystery Muse]
Raya’s heart did a nervous skip as she clicked the link. The headline screamed in bold, ugly
