Chapter 124

Mirage POV

The city lay quiet beneath the glass walls of my penthouse. Viona was curled against me, her breathing slow, steady, her lashes brushing her cheeks like shadows. She looked almost unreal in sleeping softly when she was usually sharp, looking fragile when she was usually fired.

Her body was warm against his, her scent still clinging to his skin, her blood flowing in my veins. The mark I had left on her back glistened faintly, fresh and unmistakable. A claim.

My lips ...