LOVIA’S POV :

The drive back from the warehouse was a blur of neon lights and throbbing veins. Shane’s hand never left my thigh, fingers digging in like he owned every inch of skin…and he did.

The SUV hummed beneath us, engine purring like a beast barely leashed, but the real storm brewed inside.

Adrenaline crashed through me, hot and electric, mixing with the metallic tang of blood on my gloves and the faint smoke clinging to our clothes.

We’d hit them hard, left bodies cooling ...