The tension hung thick in the air, charged with an energy that neither Nirvana nor RAyNe could ignore. His fingers hovered at the curve of her waist, barely touching, yet she felt the heat of his presence sear through the thin fabric of her dress.

“You might just get burned,” he warned, voice dangerously low.

She tilted her head slightly, a teasing smirk gracing her lips. “Then make it worth the scars.”

Before RAyNe could respond, Siara’s voice cut through the moment like a ...