Ava didn’t sleep.

She lay in her bed staring at the ceiling, Ethan’s words echoing like a curse. Not while you’re mine. The raw possessiveness in his tone clung to her skin, heating and chilling her in turns.

By morning, she knew what she had to do.

If she stayed, she would drown. Ethan Wolfe didn’t love—he consumed. And as much as her heart twisted every time he touched her, she couldn’t afford to lose herself in him. Not now. Not ever.

So she walked into the office with a ...