Caspian had always known Felicia was different. From the moment she walked into his life, she had been a challenge, a woman who knew exactly how to push limits without breaking them. Until now.
Tonight, as she stepped into the private spa, something about her felt different. Not in the way she carried herself—she still had the same confident sway, the same knowing smirk.
There was something in the look she gave him—a gleam, a flashing moment of bright intent, that transformed the moment from what he expected it to be to something far more electric.
Her eyes seemed to hold a depth and clarity he had never quite seen in her before, something sharp, something with a point to make, and it changed the entire tenor of her presence.
It felt as if she was seeing through him, through the walls
