|CIRCE|
Dax’s dark promise followed me across the dance floor, coiling around my throat like a leash I could not unclip. I pushed through the glittering crowd with my head down, ignoring the curious glances my hasty retreat earned me, and did not stop until I found a set of glass doors leading out onto a deserted marble terrace.
The cool night air struck my heated skin like a slap, and I wrapped my arms around myself as I walked to the stone balustrade.
I took a deep, shuddering breath, but my composure hung by a thread so thin I could feel it fraying.
He was twisting everything. He had taken our sordid, drunken encounter and held it up as proof of my complicity, as if my body’s involuntary responses had been a signed contract. He had taken his possessiveness and reframed it as protec
