Amaya's hands still shook as she slammed the study door behind her. Rage coursed through her, but beneath it was something worse—hurt. The kiss, the heat, the moments where Adrian almost seemed human… all of it was a lie.
She stood before the mirror in her room, staring at her reflection. "You swore revenge, Amaya," she whispered. "Don't forget."
But her chest ached with confusion. If she hated him so much, why did her body still remember the fire of his touch?
Her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number appeared.
"You want to destroy Adrian Cole? Meet me tomorrow. Midnight. Pier 7."
Amaya's pulse quickened. Whoever sent it knew her truth—her vow of vengeance. But was it a trap?
She clenched the phone in her hand. One thing was certain: if she was going to fight Adrian, she couldn't let her heart betray her again.