That night, shadows moved outside her window. Ava felt them watching, waiting. She wanted to panic, but she didn't. She wanted Lucien. The same dangerous, magnetic man whose every look made her pulse spike, whose every word made her want to throw herself into him completely.
A knock at the door. She froze.
"Do not open it," Lucien's voice whispered in her mind. She obeyed, trembling.
He arrived moments later, dark and commanding. His hand on her waist sent a jolt of heat through her. "They came for you," he growled. His lips brushed her hair, low and intoxicating. "And I will not let anyone touch you."
She wanted to argue, wanted to pull away—but every nerve in her body burned for him.