care about what we are—what we could lose."
Suddenly, Ethan's lips crashed onto hers, the tension erupting into fiery passion. They moved urgently, hands exploring, hearts racing. The world outside faded, and only the heat between them remained.
But the knock at the door shattered their moment.
Ethan's body stiffened. "Stay here."
Hazel's heart pounded as Ethan opened the door to Olivia.
"Olivia?" he growled. "What do you want?"
"I'm saving you," Olivia snapped. "Marco isn't done with you, and Hazel's already in his crosshairs."
Hazel stepped forward, defiant. "Then we face him together."
Ethan's eyes blazed with both fear and pride. "Together," he vowed, his fingers tightening around hers.
Outside, unseen, Marco watched from the shadows, a wicked smile curling on his lips. "Let the games begin," he whispered.
The storm was here—and love would be their only refuge.