Sabrina should have pulled away.
She should have reminded herself that Nathaniel Knight was dangerous and that trusting him was a mistake. But as she stood in his arms, the taste of his kiss still lingering on her lips, she realized there was no turning back.
Nathaniel was watching her closely, as if waiting for her to retreat, to come to her senses. But she didn't.
Instead, she whispered, "Tell me this isn't a game."
Something flickered in his eyes—something real. "It never was."
Her heart twisted. She wanted to believe him, but the file she discovered in his office kept haunting her.
She stepped back. "I need time."
Nathaniel let her go, but his expression darkened. "Time can be dangerous, Sabrina."
His words sent a chill down her spine, but she turned and walked away anyway.
Back in her apartment, she tried to focus, but her mind kept circling back to him. To the way his touch felt—possessive, like he wasn't just claiming her body, but something deeper.
Her phone vibrated. A message from an unknown number.
Unknown: Stay away from Nathaniel Knight if you want to live.
Her blood ran cold.
Who was watching her?
And why did it feel like she had just stepped into something even more dangerous than before?