The morning sun spilled through the wide glass windows, gilding the penthouse in a warm glow. But Aria felt none of its warmth. She sat at the kitchen island, her hands curled around a cup of untouched coffee, staring at the city far below.

Her body still throbbed with the memory of Ethan’s touch the night before, but her mind was elsewhere—on Damon’s words.

When he breaks you…

The sound of footsteps drew her back. Ethan entered, dressed in another immaculate suit, his tie loosened but ...