I checked my watch for the umpteenth time as I stood in the shadows. Only ten minutes had gone by since I’d last glanced at the time. I still had to endure at least another hour before I could make my exit without causing a giant clusterfuck I wasn’t willing to unleash.

Music echoed around me—some techno beat I couldn’t stand. The Favero Villa was set on a low hillside not far outside Florence, but it might have been a thousand miles from Marco’s estate. Cosimo Favero was one of the Thirteen Knights, and as such, not someone I wanted to cross paths with tonight, not when I was itching to escape. Marble columns stretched two full stories around the gaudy ballroom with its intricate moldings and fancy French furnishings, and elaborate paintings covered every single wall. The whole place looked like something vomited right out of the Palace of Versailles, which I suspected was the point, to show off to the measly peasants beneath Favero just how rich and powerful he’d become as a Knight.

I shifted my back against the column where I stood leaning, trying to blend in, watching the hundred or so people congregated in this room. Most of the men in attendance were dressed like me—in slacks and dress shirts, a few still wearing jackets but all hiding behind black leather eye masks. The wives and daughters who’d been permitted in this portion of the party earlier were long gone. What women remained were the betas who’d been brought in to service the men, each one in a skimpy dress or slutty outfit that showed off her body, and kitten or butterfly masks that did shit to protect her identity as she rubbed up against a master.

My gaze zeroed in on Favero across the room, chatting and tossing back drinks at a table with my father and Uncle Sal as they plotted their takeover of the world. Disgust rolled through me when I considered they could be discussing Dante and the farce they called a trial that was set for Saturday. Natalie was right. The only way I was going to truly help Dante was to find Maricella.

Dante had been better today when I’d seen him in the Tomb, but still an incoherent mess. And I was sure they were keeping him drugged on purpose so he couldn’t mount a defense. I hated that I was forced to attend this stupid party when I could be out looking for Maricella. And I was sick over the fact I hadn’t been able to call or even text Natalie to let her know about today’s fucked up change. I could only imagine what was going through her mind right now—especially after our discussion this morning.

Three kittens swarmed around my father’s table, and all three men immediately reacted, palming the girls like property. As the men pushed back from the table and let the kittens draw them toward the ballroom’s massive double doors and the debauchery happening in a lower level of this godawful palace, my father glanced my way with a sinister stare that told me loud and clear I still wasn’t off the hook. I was well aware there were eyes watching to see how long I stayed and whether or not I participated in the depraved activities. Not about to back down from him, I met his stare head-on, making my own point—he might be able to keep me here, but he’d never break my will.

A bitter irony skipped through my mind as I watched my father and his minions exit the room. Was I doing the same thing to Natalie—forcing her to stay in a place she didn’t want to be? Bending her will to mine?

My spine tingled, and I shifted uncomfortably against the column again as two kittens—a blonde in a sparkly barely-there dress and a redhead in a leopard-print skirt and matching bra top—sidled up next to me on each side.

“È caldo qui, o sei?” the blonde asked, running a red-tipped finger down my arm.

I barely caught her cheesy pickup line. I was too busy thinking about my father. And Me. And Natalie.

My mouth grew dry. It wasn’t the same. I wasn’t my father. I was keeping Natalie with me for safety reasons, not because I had some degenerate plans for her. And just this morning, she’d proved she still wanted me. She’d all but begged me to stay with her and blow off my responsibilities today.

Yet even as the thoughts warred inside me, I remembered all the times I’d wished she really would bend to my will, follow my orders, or just plain submit to my demands to make things easier. My pulse picked up speed, and my hands grew damp as I thought of how my words and actions had probably come across to Natalie.

But the truth was, I didn’t want a subservient woman like the ones in this room. I wanted the headstrong challenging one who’d put me in my place in Marco and Fee’s kitchen, who was as fiery and passionate as she’d been last night, who could make me absolutely melt with her vulnerability the way she had this morning. And I wanted her to stay with me because she wanted to, not because I was keeping her as a prisoner.

“Puoi avere qualsiasi modo si desidera,” the redhead whispered near my ear.

I blinked and glanced down at her, not even realizing she’d moved so close. Peeling her hand off my arm, I stepped away from both of them and muttered, “Not interested.”

I stopped near the bar, my chest tight as I glanced toward the doorway, looking for a way to escape, more anxious than ever to get to Natalie. My gaze skipped over the dance floor, over bodies moving and grinding, past a woman in a strapless leather black number with a short black bob rubbing up against a man in a damp white dress shirt, her hand on his shoulder, a tattoo across her left ring fing—

My eyes widened as they zeroed in on that tattoo, then jumped to the woman’s face angled my way as the man continued to gyrate against her. Very familiar blue eyes locked on me in the corner of the room. Very familiar eyes that shouldn’t be anywhere near this deranged party.

I made a beeline through the crowd, straight toward the couple, and as I drew closer and the woman’s gaze followed me, I saw the same fire in those eyes that I’d seen on my island. The same fire I’d looked into last night in Marco and Fee’s kitchen. The same damn fire that lit me up and made me unpredictable in a million different ways. Especially now, when she was letting some asshat in a mask grind against her like she was nothing more than a kitten.

Natalie broke eye contact as I moved to the left to sidestep a couple in my way, which told me without a doubt she knew she was busted. By the time I made it around the gyrating couple, she’d already pushed away from her dance partner and was three steps toward the ballroom exit.

The blood roared in my ears as I caught up with her, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and jerked her against my side.

She sucked in a surprised breath, but I didn’t let it stop me. And I didn’t let it stop either of our forward momentum. “Keep walking,” I growled in her ear. “And don’t even think about making any kind of scene, or I am going to lose my shit in a way you do not want to see happen.”

She tensed at my side, but instead of arguing as I half expected her to do, she closed her mouth and let me steer her out of the party. At my back, I heard the dipshit she’d been dancing with yell, “Che cazzo, uomo!” but one glare from behind my mask shut the fucker down. He knew who I was. Just as I knew the fact I’d swooped in out of nowhere and latched on to a kitten would undoubtedly be reported right back to my father and the Knights.

I cursed my hot-tempered reaction as I drew Natalie out of the party and into the wide corridor with its marble floor and towering columns, but I didn’t slow my steps. My father wouldn’t buy that I’d suddenly decided to take up with a kitten, not after all these years, which meant I had to get Natalie out of this fucking mansion before he figured out she was here.

Dropping my arm from her shoulder, I closed my hand around hers before she could step away and all but jerked her with me with a muttered “Keep up.”

She stumbled in the four-inch stilettos but caught her footing and increased her pace. I wasn’t dumb enough to try to take her out the front door, so I veered off the main hall toward the kitchen at the back of the massive structure. Voices echoed ahead, though. Voices I recognized as some of the men loyal to my father. Jolting to a stop, I quickly pushed Natalie back into a dark corner in the corridor and closed in at her front.

Her blue eyes widened. “What the hell are you do—”

“Shut up.” I rested my hands against the wall on both sides of her face, then lowered my head and closed my mouth over hers, kissing her hard and swift and without mercy as I pressed my body against hers from knee to chest.

She grunted in protest as my tongue invaded her mouth, and her fingertips curled against my chest, fisting my dress shirt in her grip as she tried to push me away, but I didn’t let up. I kissed her harder and stroked deeper, holding her immobile against the wall with my body so she couldn’t move. Partly to keep her quiet. Partly to block any view of our faces. And partly because my blood was up and I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

She was mine, goddammit. Mine and no one else’s.

The voices passed, and the second we were in the clear, she jerked her mouth from mine and clawed at my chest with a growled “You don’t get to kiss me like that.”

If she’d told me to let her go, if she’d told me to stop, it might have diffused my anger. But her blunt declaration only lit me up even higher. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to grab her and shake some sense into her when I dropped my voice and said, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“The same thing you’re doing here,” she hissed, shoving against my shoulders. “Looking for a good time.”

My vision turned red, and every muscle in my body coiled tight. A good time? With a perverted asshole like the one in the ballroom?

Fuck. That.

More voices echoed from the direction of the kitchen. Without even considering any other option, I wrapped my hand around her wrist and yanked her with me as I headed for the staircase.

“Where are you taking me?” she whispered, hustling to keep up with my long steps.

“Where you said you wanted to go.” I pulled her down two flights of curved stairs to the lowest level of the mansion. “You want to know just what kind of good time happens here? I’ll fucking show you.”

The corridor was dark when we reached the bottom level, the long space illuminated only by red lights in sconces on the walls that gave off an eerie vibe. Enormous mirrors reflected steel doors spaced every twenty feet down the hall. No sound echoed around us as I drew Natalie behind me, but against my hold, I felt her pulse tick up. And from the corner of my vision I saw the way her eyes widened as she looked right and left and tried to figure out what was going on.

The last door on the right was cracked. I shoved it farther open with one hand and yanked Natalie into the room with the other. The space was dark, but I’d been in this dungeon before—years ago—and I knew what was in this room. Blood still pumping hot, I hauled her down the two steps to the sunken floor and across the carpet where I twisted her around so she was facing me, then reached up for the cuff I knew was hanging from a bar above our heads.

“What’s going on?” she asked in a nervous voice.

I slapped the leather cuff around her wrist and quickly latched the buckle.

“Luc, what the hell?”

Before she had time to fight back, I yanked her other hand above her head and latched the second cuff to her other wrist.

“Take these off me right now.”

Ignoring her, I crossed back to the door, slammed it shut, and flipped the locks, then I hit the lights—red and eerie and casting everything in a sinister glow.

Natalie’s eyes grew wide as saucers as she got her first look at her surroundings. The walls were painted a dark port wine, the ceiling lined with mirrors. Various pieces of furniture filled the room, each one built from dark woods and even darker leathers. Furniture I knew she’d never seen before.

A Saint Andrew’s cross was positioned against the wall to her left, a spanking bench to her right. Across from her was a dungeon table edged by various metal ring restraints atop a barred slave cage. And against the far wall, taking up most of the space, was a bondage bed complete with a leather headboard, black satin sheets, four tall posters housing numerous restraints, and a stockade built in between the bottom posts.

Her holy-shit gaze behind the kitten mask she wore jumped from the furniture to the instruments hanging from racks on any exposed walls—crops, whips, canes, floggers. All kinds of cuffs, chains, and ropes. Even ball gags, collars, and clamps.

“Wh...what is this place?” she asked, a tremor to her voice that hadn’t been there before.

“Their kind of fun. You said you wanted fun. You got it.” I was too riled up to touch her or—fuck—even look at her right now, so I crossed to the French armoire to my left, yanked my mask off, then jerked the upper doors open and poured myself a glass of scotch from the cut-glass decanter on a silver tray.

“Th-this isn’t right,” Natalie said in a quiet voice at my back. The chains hooked to her restraints jangled as I tossed back my drink. “Let me go.”

“So you can alert everyone in this damn place to your presence? I don’t think so.” I poured myself another shot, hoping the alcohol would cool me down so I didn’t do something I’d regret later. “You already made enough of a fucking scene.”

“Luc.” The chains rattled once more. “I’m not kidding. Let me go, or I’ll scream.”

“Go ahead.” I swallowed the second shot, feeling the burn straight down my chest. “That’s what this room is made for. No one will give a shit.”

“You sonofabitch.”

“I’m a sonofabitch?” I rounded on her, glass in hand, unable to stop myself. “I’m not the one sneaking around with zero regard for anyone else’s safety.”

“You’re worried about your safety?” Her eyes locked on mine from across the room, but they were no longer the wary and afraid eyes I’d seen when I’d first flipped on the lights. These eyes were as hot and dangerous as the center of a flame, ready to fry me to a crisp. “You looked pretty safe to me in that ballroom surrounded by all those kittens.”

She was jealous. That fact hit me square in the center of my chest and diffused at least a little of my rage. “No, mannaggia, I’m worried about yours. And Felicity’s. That is how you got here, isn’t it? You conned Felicity into bringing you even when you knew it would put her at risk, all because you don’t fucking trust me even after everything I’ve done for you.”

She jerked on the restraints, her eyes blazing. “For your information, Felicity is the one who talked me into coming here. She was already on her way to be with Marco. Unlike us, they actually talk about shit instead of ignoring it. And why the hell would I trust you? You lied to me this morning.”

I drew a breath, knowing I was teetering on the edge, working like hell to keep from going off the deep end. She was ticked because I hadn’t come back to her today as I said I would, and she had every right to be angry. But she needed to know this was not an acceptable reaction. “I didn’t lie to you. They took my phone as soon as I finished with Dante. I wanted to call you. I tried repeatedly to get to a phone to contact you, but they wouldn’t let me. I’m not even remotely tempted by what’s going on out there. I was biding my time until I could get back to you.”

“You tried to call to tell me about this party?”

“Yes. They wanted you to react like this. They’re trying to make you jealous even though you and I both know you have nothing to be jealous of.”

“So you’re saying you didn’t know about this party yesterday?”

I dropped my hand to my side as I stared at her. Merda. She was baiting me. I could tell from her icy eyes that she already knew the answer to that question.

“I thought so,” she said in a hard voice. “I could tell you were hiding something from me when you came back from that meeting with your father.”

I looked down at the empty glass in my hand. Seconds ago I’d wanted to hurl it against the wall, to take my frustration out on it since I couldn’t grab her and shake some reason into her. Now I didn’t know what I wanted. I was just tired. Tired of trying to do the right thing. Tired of fucking up. Tired of making things worse when all I wanted was to make them better.

I dropped down to the step, set the glass on the hardwood beside me, and scrubbed a hand through my hair. “I give up.” Exhaling, I leaned forward to rest my forearms on my knees, the fight slipping out of me. “Since all I keep doing is the wrong thing, you tell me what I should have done. What I should do now,” I corrected.

She was silent for several seconds, then said, “You need to let me go.”

I pressed the heel of my hand against my forehead, fighting a whopper of a headache I was pretty sure was only going to get worse before this night was over. “I will. When the party dies down and I know you’re not going to accidentally be seen by someone.”

“No, I mean, you need to let me go for good.”

For a moment, her words circled in my head, their meaning ambiguous. Then they contorted into the shape of a dagger pointed directly at my heart, causing me to lift my head and look at her. Really look at her, standing in those ridiculous heels, that insanely short dress, wearing that odd wig while her arms were secured above her head.

There was no more anger in her blue eyes. No more hurt. Only absolute honesty and a pleading that would have sent me to my knees if I’d been standing.

“I can’t keep doing this, Luc. This isn’t me.” She glanced up at the chains above her head, rattled them, then met my gaze once more. “I’m not this jealous woman. I know you weren’t doing anything behind my back, but your family, this House... They’re making me crazy. It’s too much for me.”

My heart picked up speed. She wasn’t saying what it sounded like. She couldn’t be.

She drew a deep breath. “Maybe away from your family, if we had a normal relationship, I could deal with everything, but not here. Not with your House doing everything it can to sabotage us. It’s already changing me, making me do things and react in ways that aren’t me. And you know I’m right. You told me once that you liked it when I challenged you. But this isn’t challenging you. This is stupid. And dangerous. I shouldn’t have come here tonight. I know it’s not safe. But this...all of it...it’s turning me into someone I don’t want to be. Someone I can’t stand. And I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t want to one day wake up and be like your mother.”

Panic surged inside me, pushing me to my feet. “That won’t happen. You’re nothing like my mother.”

“Maybe not now. But I will be. The way you keep me in the dark abou—”

“I won’t anymore.” I crossed to her, my heart pounding double-time as I cupped my hands around her jaw and lifted her face towards mine. “I’ll tell you everything. No more secrets. I was going to tell you about this party today. This morning before I left, I said there were things I wanted to talk to you about. I was planning to tell you then ab—”

“You don’t get it,” she said softly, blinking damp lashes up at me. “I don’t want to know. That’s part of the problem. I can’t handle it. None of this is normal. And this...” She looked down at my shirt. “This relationship between us is too much. It’s too intense. It’s not healthy. When I’m with you, it’s like a high I’ve never known. But when you leave, like today, and I don’t know what’s happening or when you’ll be back, I can’t breathe.”

“Natalie.” I gently tugged the mask over her head, dropped it on the floor, then tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at me again. “I already told you, I would never—”

“I know. And I believe you. Now. But what happens in a year? Or five years? Or—”

“You’re the only woman I want. The only one I will ever want.”

“We both know that one day soon, you are going to take over your father’s spot with your House,” she said, “and when you do, the choice won’t be up to you as to what you can or cannot share with me. And I can’t live like that. I can’t live with the secrets. With the worry. With the never-ending doubt. One way or another, it will destroy me, Luc. It will destroy us even if neither of us wants it to.”

She stared up at me, eyes damp and filled with so much agony, I ached to console her, to hold her. I reached up for the buckle on her right cuff. “That won’t happen. We won’t let it happen.”

“Tell me honestly. Do any of the thirteen Knights have happy, whole marriages?”

My fingers froze against the restraint, and I faltered as I stared down at her, because we both already knew the answer to her question.

None of the Thirteen had happy marriages. They didn’t because of the rituals. Because of the things they were forced to witness. Even the strongest broke down and eventually participated.

“Luc,” she whispered. “I don’t want to face the day—maybe years from now—when you look at me and feel nothing, all because we didn’t have the strength to admit our reality now.”

“That’s not going to happen.” I flipped the buckle on her restraint, freeing her right arm.

While I reached for the other buckle, she looked up at me and whispered, “It will because I love you.”

Heat and life and joy burst inside my chest as I released her other arm and looked down at her. But before I could grab her and pull her against me, she shook her head, the agonizing look in her blue eyes stopping me.

“I love you more than I thought I could ever love another person,” she whispered. “And that’s the problem. Maybe if I didn’t love you this much, I could deal with everything else and be okay. But not this. Not this gut-wrenching emptiness every time I think of you leaving me. I’ve survived a lot of people walking out of my life, but I won’t survive you. It’ll break me. For good. If you love me, if you care about me at all, you have to let me go before that happens.”

I stared at her, torn between elation and anguish because that love was only causing her misery. “I...” My voice was thick, my mouth like cotton. “Even if I wanted to, I can’t. It’s not safe. Yo—”

“It is safe. It was safe for Sela. It’s still safe for her and dozens of other girls.”

Her meaning hit me like a two-by-four to the head, sending me back a step. “You’ve already talked to Felicity.”

“Not about me specifically, but about how it works... Yeah.”

In that moment, I knew she hadn’t just talked to Felicity. She’d already considered all the ramifications and consequences. And she still wanted to go through with it.

“But...” My mind spun. “I won’t be able to find you. I’ll never know where you are.”

“I know.”

The way she stared up at me—not with anger or jealousy or even that challenging look I’d come to adore—but with hope nearly rocked the floor right out from under me.

My legs buckled, and I stumbled back until I sank to the steps behind me, a firestorm spreading through my chest, stealing my breath and my ability to fight. Every instinct I had screamed for me to kiss her, to pick her up, to carry her to that bed, to take her hard and fast and force her to feel the connection still raging between us, but I couldn’t because sex wasn’t going to fix the problems between us. And keeping her with me wouldn’t do anything but make her hate me more than she already did.

My eyes grew hot. My throat tightened. Pushing quickly to my feet, I turned and moved for the door.

“Where are you going?” Natalie asked at my back.

“I need a minute.” Fuck. I was going to lose it in a matter of seconds. I jerked the door open and managed to keep my voice from cracking when I said, “Don’t go anywhere. And keep the door locked until I get back. I’ll knock three times so you know it’s me.”

“Luc—”

I didn’t wait around to hear what else she had to say. I jerked the door shut after me and stood in the dark hallway, sure my chest was about to explode. When it didn’t, I slowly leaned back against the steel door and closed my eyes, breathing deeply, fighting the spasms that wanted to grab hold, working like hell not to break like Niagara Falls.

Holy fuck, this hurt. Worse than I’d ever thought it could. Pain spiraled through every inch of my body as I breathed in and out and told myself I wasn’t having a heart attack. Silence echoed around me like a wide, vast chasm of nothing, one I couldn’t help but notice was as empty as my life.

Somehow I found the strength to push myself away from the door and stumble toward the stairs. I wasn’t sure where I was going, I just moved in a fog. Blinking, I realized I was back in the ballroom, but the space was virtually empty now, not packed with people drinking and dancing and making depraved arrangements as it had been earlier.

I crossed the empty dance floor toward the long mahogany bar on the other end of the room and signaled the bartender. He dropped the rag he was using to wipe down the shiny surface and reached for a glass and bottle of Macallan from the shelf at his back.

“You look like you could use the whole bottle,” he said in Italian, setting both on the bar in front of me.

As he returned to whatever he’d been doing, I poured myself a generous shot and tossed it back, savoring the burn straight into my gut. I was just about to pour another, slowly feeling the buzz from the three I’d already downed, when the bartender slid my cell phone across the bar toward me and said, “They told me to give you this when you came back.”

I stared down at the dark screen of my phone—the stupid fucking phone that was responsible for all this. If I’d just had the damn thing today, if I’d called Natalie earlier and told her I’d be late—

No, that wouldn’t have stopped this, I realized, my chest squeezing tight and those tears I’d been fighting blurring my vision. There was no stopping this. From the minute I’d gotten involved with Natalie, we’d been on a crash course toward this moment. And I’d known it. I’d known and I hadn’t cared. I’d pushed and manipulated and seduced until I’d gotten my way, and now I hadn’t just ruined my life, I’d fucked hers to hell as well.

My hand shook as I typed a message to Fee and hit Send. Even though all I wanted to do was grab that bottle and down the whole damn thing so I could fall into a drunken stupor where I’d forget tonight—the last six weeks—had ever happened, I didn’t touch it. I tucked my phone into my back pocket and turned for the doorway.

I felt as if I were moving through water, in slow motion, against the current, every step labored. The bottom corridor was still empty and quiet when I reached it, but I checked each and every door to make sure they were locked, just in case. Now that I’d set things in motion, I had a singular focus, and I was counting on that focus getting me through what I needed to do next, even if a little bit of my soul was being shredded with every fucking step.

I stopped in front of the last door, shut down my emotions, and rapped my knuckles against the steel three times.

For several heartbeats, nothing but my own pulse echoed in my ears, and then a click sounded, and the heavy door hinges creaked.

I slid into the room before Natalie could pull the door all the way open. She blinked up at me with wide eyes, confused, I knew, about where I’d gone and what I’d done, but I couldn’t look at her.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

I scanned the room, spotted her mask on the floor, and crossed quickly to get it.

“Luc, what’s going on?”

I couldn’t look at her. It was the only way I was going to get through this. And I had to get through this. She was right. If she stayed here any longer, it was going to destroy her. And I wasn’t my father. I wouldn’t do to her what my father had done to my mother. I’d never be able to live with myself if I woke up one day and realized I’d completely broken her. I handed her the mask, careful not to touch her fingers. “Put this back on, just in case.”

She took the mask from me and slid it back on, watching as I stepped past her and grabbed my own mask from the armoire where I’d dropped it earlier. I felt her eyes on me, but I didn’t meet her gaze, and as I moved back toward her, I knew she was searching for something to say, but I didn’t want to listen. All I wanted was to get this over with so she could get the fuck out of here and move on. Then after she was gone—

Motherfucker. I couldn’t even think about what I’d do after she was gone.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it from my pocket, read the response from Fee, and fought the sickness surging up my throat.

“That’s our signal,” I managed, reaching for the doorknob with fingers I hoped she didn’t notice were shaking. “Stay close to me and don’t speak, especially if we run into anyone.”

“I won’t, but, Luc...” Her hand closed over mine. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

My vision blurred, and I blinked rapidly as I stared down at her warm fingers closed around my cold ones. She was sorry? I would have laughed if I weren’t on the verge of blubbering like a baby. She had nothing to be sorry for. I was the one who’d done all this. I was the one responsible. I was the one who deserved every ounce of the blame, not her.

Somehow, I found the strength to mutter, “No, I am,” then I shook off her hand, pulled the door open and peered into the dark hallway.

It was just as quiet and empty as it had been before, and I breathed easier, knowing we were in the clear. Stepping out into the corridor, I motioned for her to follow. She did, moving silently, but when she turned back toward the stairs we’d come down earlier, I shook my head and pointed over her shoulder toward the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the end of the hall.

Her brow wrinkled again as I stepped past her and headed toward the mirror, but she did as I’d said and stayed close at my heels. Running a hand down the side of the thick silver frame, I found the button that released the lock, and was just about to pull back the entire mirror that was actually a door when footsteps sounded on the stairs at the other end of the hall, followed by laughter.

Natalie’s hand closed over my biceps, and when I looked down at where she touched me, she moved into me, slid her other hand around my nape, and yanked my head down to hers. “Quick,” she whispered, pulling me in front of her so her back was against the wall beside the mirror, and I was blocking any view of our faces. “Before they recognize us.”

I didn’t know what she had planned, but the second she lifted her mouth to mine, I was lost.

Lost and unable to hold back one last time.