The morning light spilled across Selena’s apartment, fractured into pale lines by the blinds. She sat curled on the edge of her bed, her body aching, her lips still swollen from kisses that should not have been possible.

Kai hadn’t vanished when she woke. He stood at the window, shirtless, the planes of his back sculpted like something out of marble. The sight was breathtaking and terrifying at once—proof that what happened last night wasn’t a fever dream.

He turned his head, sensing ...