Wings Of Seduction -

The sound of his name on her tongue was a velvet blade.

Kaelen should have asked what the price was. Should have demanded terms, guarantees, a contract signed in blood and legalese. Wings Of Seduction

“I want what was promised,” she said, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw with a finger that left a trail of faint, fading starlight. “A soul brave enough to be ruined. A man foolish enough to say yes.” The sound of his name on her tongue was a velvet blade

She turned, and her eyes were twin novae—burning, ancient, utterly inhuman. A smile curved her lips, slow and knowing. “No one is supposed to be anywhere, Kaelen. Haven’t you learned that yet?” “I want what was promised,” she said, reaching

He should have called security. Should have looked away. Instead, he set down his glass and walked to the edge of his own balcony, the rain slicking his hair to his forehead.

“What do you want?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. It was the same thing he wanted: to feel something real before the stars burned out.