Charles didn't sleep.
Not even for a second.
The moon had passed its peak, shadows long and hungry in every corner of the room. Beside him, Zara lay tangled in silk sheets, her body curled up against his like she belonged there. Her thigh rested over his, her hand loosely sprawled across his bare abs, nails still marked red from everything they'd done.
The scent of her lingered—sweat, perfume, sex—but his mind wouldn't quiet.
Not with that screen hovering in his vision.
> [Warning: Presence Detected. Unknown Eyes Watching.]
[Scanning…]
[Trace Unidentified: 0% match to known threads.]
He'd seen it once. Then again. And again.
He blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Tried to dismiss it.
But it wouldn't go away.
Not even after hours of lust-fueled distraction. Not even after Zara's teeth sank into his neck, drawing blood in her frenzy. Not even after the pleasure that had left her breathless and limp beside him.
Someone was watching. Not just watching. Studying him.
