Raven’s heels clicked softly against the marble as she climbed the stairs, each step heavier than the last. The house was silent now, the hum of voices from the meeting replaced by a stillness that felt… charged.

She didn’t have to look back to know Jaxon’s gaze was following her; she could feel it like a brand against her skin.

The guest wing was lavish, but nothing about it felt temporary. She hated that. It wasn’t a sterile hotel suite or a borrowed apartment. It felt lived in. ...