“Touch me again like that," Lyla said, "and I’ll make sure we both regret it."

Eli didn’t back away. He leaned in, eyes burning. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

She grabbed the collar of his jacket and yanked him close.

"A warning."

Their lips crashed together, not soft, not sweet. Just heat. Teeth. Tongue. War disguised as a kiss.

Behind them, someone cleared their throat. Jonas.

“I hate to interrupt the sexual tension,” he said flatly, “but we found the Hollow. And ...