The elevator doors slid open with a muted chime.

Jaxon broke the kiss instantly, stepping back so fast it was almost violent. His breathing was still rough, his jaw tight, but his eyes, those dangerous, molten eyes never left Raven.

Lucien stepped into the penthouse like he owned it, wiping a smear of blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His black suit jacket was gone, his shirt collar slightly torn, and his knuckles were no cleaner than Jaxon’s.

“Well,” Lucien said, his ...