*Roanne’s POV*

Aaron's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm against my back, his arm a band of warmth draped possessively over my waist. The dawn's light was a thief, sneaking through the blinds, fragmenting the darkness that had been our sanctuary.

"Ro," his breath fanned hot against my neck, even in sleep.

I shivered, entangled not just in the sheets but in his arms, his words, but his history of manipulation wrapped tighter than the silk that ...