I woke up half-naked in a stranger’s bed.

The thought hit me before my eyes fully opened, panic flooding my system as I took inventory. Black lace bra. Matching underwear. Nothing else. The room around me was all dark wood and leather—masculine, unfamiliar, definitely not mine.

Memory crashed back in waves. The courthouse exploding into chaos. Kane moving like liquid violence through armed men. Marcus Blackthorn’s cold fingers on my wrist. The motorcycle ride with Kane’s solid warmth ...