Selena trembled in his arms.

Her mind was adrift, caught in fragments of the past three years—memories she wished she could bury but couldn’t. Painful, half-formed recollections surfaced one after another, clouding her every thought.

Her body had all but failed her, refusing to respond, as if trapped in a kind of wilting stasis.

Zavier was closing in, ready to claim her entirely, when his phone erupted in sharp, persistent rings. Irritation flared ...