That night Alana pulled on her nightie and made one last check on Juliana before going to bed herself, as was her habit. Only, this time when she stepped into the room lit only by a bunny nightlight, she found Stefan already there.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Just a pair of jeans that lay low on his hips and clung to his legs like a lover’s hands. He turned when she stepped into the room, and she felt the power of his gaze slam into her. In the dim light, even his pale eyes were shadowed, ...