Rain hammered against the windows of the Knight estate.
The storm outside had only grown worse, thunder shaking the mansion every few minutes as if the sky itself was warning them that peace would not last.
Inside Alexander's private bedroom, silence filled the air.
Not awkward silence.
Not cold silence.
The dangerous kind.
The kind that came after two people almost lost each other.
Emily stood near the edge of the bed, her heartbeat still uneven from everything that had happened downstairs.
Lucien's warning.
The attack.
The power inside her spiraling dangerously close to losing control.
And then—
Alexander.
Getting hurt because of her.
Again.
She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, trying to calm the storm still raging inside her mind.
But it wasn't working.
Nothing was working anymore.
The bedroom door opened quietly behind her.
Emily turned slightly.
