Rogue stared at Kane’s note, the paper crumpling in his fist. Family shares blood and prizes, little brother. Next time, I won’t ask. The words burned like acid. Aria’s real name—Elena—hung in the air like a death sentence. Whoever was pulling the strings knew too much.
Aria stood beside him, still flushed from their lovemaking, her tank top clinging to the swell of her heavy breasts, bite marks visible on her neck. Emma slept fitfully on the cot. “Rogue… what does he mean by my real name?”
He pulled her against his chest, one arm banded around her waist, hand possessively splayed over the curve of her ass. “Doesn’t matter. You’re Aria now. You’re mine.” But doubt gnawed at him. Kane’s return, the betrayal, the endless enemies—it was all closing in.
A heavy knock rattled the door. One o
