y life just that morning. Kael sat across from me, his posture rigid, a fortress of silent ju

drowsiness pulled me under, my body instinctively sought comfort. My

th of us. Through the fog of near-sleep, I was vaguely aware of his body tensing, of the heat

hem of his shirt, my palm pressing flat against the hard, ridged m

ithin him between his iron self-control and a purely physical reaction.

van

nd and a plea all in one. He was exasp

Off.

. His shirt was rucked up. His face was a mask of fury and somethin

dentally" groped the male lead, solidifying his belief that she was a shameles

hing my hand back as if his skin w

rthest seat in the cabin, putting as much physical distance between us as

described. His body was lean and powerful, honed by years of military service. He was dan

aiting driver, a silent man in a black suit, and disappeared back into his

sprawling mansions. The Vance family home was the most ostentatio

r, a woman with a plastic smile and cold eyes, and Blai

perfect mask of concern. "Savannah! Y

, a deliberate attempt to stop me from ever reaching this house. Seeing h

lished and cruel socialites, stood

r? She look

's really a Vance. L

der, an imposter in their perfect world. Blair's smile tightene