LOCATION: Rafael’s Safehouse – Rooftop

TIME: 11:39 p.m.

Lucien’s mouth was still on hers.

Teeth grazing. Fingers tangled in her hair.

It wasn’t lust. It was war.

And Solene kissed him like he was the only thing tethering her to the woman she wanted to stay.

“You should hate me,” she whispered, biting his lower lip.

“I do,” Lucien growled, dragging her into him by the waist. “But not enough to stop.”

They crashed against the rooftop wall. Her thigh hit concrete. His ...