Chapter 2

“You know, Anna,” a voice came out of my bedroom door, smooth and filled with amusement, “if you don’t let me experiment with this thing, I’ll tell Dad about your little toy.”

I froze. My fingers stilled over the control panel, my pulse spiking as I turned my head slowly toward the doorway.

Ken leaned against the frame, one shoulder propped lazily, his dark eyes glinting with something far more dangerous than curiosity. His lips curled into a smirk, the kind that ...