The sun hadn't even risen when Gabriela awoke with her body still aching, marked by Aslan's hands and mouth. The morning breeze drifted through the half-open window, but it couldn't erase the heat that still lingered between the sheets. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to catch her breath, as if it had all been just a dream. But it wasn't. It was there. In her body. On her skin. In his scent clinging to her.

The distant sound of the front door slamming made Gabriela's blood run ...