Elena thought she had escaped. Back in New York, she threw herself into work at a small architectural firm, trying to forget Alexander.
But forgetting him was impossible. His voice haunted her. His touch lingered in her dreams.
Then one morning, she stepped into her office and froze.
Alexander Knight was standing by her desk. Tall, unyielding, commanding the room with a presence that silenced everyone.
"You can't run from me, Elena," he said. "Not when you're mine."
Her pulse raced. "I'm not yours. Not anymore."
His eyes darkened. "Then I'll remind you why you are."