MARION

“How the fuck do I keep running back into your arms?” Demetria asked, eyes lifted to the sky like she was asking God Himself for answers.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s written in the stars, Wildfire. God clearly knows what He’s doing.”

“Clearly not,” she shot back, but I caught the way her gaze flickered over my face, just for a second, before she looked away.

Demetria shifted in her seat, crossing her legs as the city lights of Los Angeles spilled through the ...