The black SUV tore through the midnight streets, the city’s glow blurring into streaks of gold and steel outside Raven’s window.

She sat in the back beside Jaxon, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The heat from his body radiated through the narrow space between them, but she didn’t dare move closer. Not after what almost happened in the penthouse.

He hadn’t spoken since they left. His jaw was set, his gaze locked on the darkened streets. Only his hand resting casually on ...