The air in the training yard was thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and something darker... something electric that hummed beneath the surface like a storm gathering its fury. Jasmine’s bare feet sank slightly into the soft earth, cool despite the heat pressing down from the afternoon sun. Her robe was gone now, replaced by a black silk slip that clung to her curves, the thin straps teasing against the taut lines of her shoulders.
Across the yard, Kade waited, muscles coiled and eyes sharp as a wolf’s. He was the kind of man who wore danger like a second skin... dangerous, dark, and utterly impossible to ignore. His gaze locked onto hers, the heat between them folding tight, a silent challenge neither dared speak aloud.
Jasmine met his eyes without flinching. The weight of his stare
