The knock came at the wrong time.

Three hard raps against the library door cut through the heat between them, and Jaxon’s jaw flexed like he wanted to ignore it.

“Vega,” a muffled voice called. “There’s something you need to see. Now.”

His eyes stayed on Raven for a beat longer, searching her face, like weighing whether to shut the world out for five more minutes.

But then the steel slid back over his features, the one she’d seen the first night they met. The one that belonged ...