CHAPTER 10

A Dangerous Game

Naarah left Peter's penthouse feeling like she had barely escaped with her sanity.

Everything about that man was dangerous—his presence, his words, the way he looked at her like he was unraveling her piece by piece. She had never felt so exposed, so completely at someone's mercy, and the worst part was… a small part of her liked it.

No.

She shook her head, trying to push the thought away as she stepped into the cool night air.

Peter was a storm, unpredictable and consuming. If she let herself get too close, she'd be swept away, and she didn't trust herself to survive it.

As she walked down the street, she pulled out her phone and dialed her best friend, Elena.

"Tell me you're free," Naarah said as soon as Elena picked up.

"Rough day?" Elena asked knowingly.

"You have no idea."

"Let me guess. Him?"

Naarah groaned. "I don't even know what this is. He's… frustrating."

Elena laughed. "Frustrating or irresistible?"

"I refuse to answer that."

"Uh-huh. Where are you now?"

"Walking home."

"Alone? At this hour?"

Naarah sighed. "It's not that late—"

"Naarah."

"Fine, fine. I'll take a cab."

"Good. And while you do, let's talk about why this man has you all flustered."

"I am not flustered."

"You're calling me at nearly midnight after spending time with him. Honey, you're flustered."

Naarah huffed but couldn't argue.

She hailed a cab and slid inside, giving her address to the driver.

As the car started moving, her phone vibrated with a message.

Peter: Get home safe.

Her pulse skipped.

Why did he always manage to get under her skin?

Instead of responding, she locked her phone and leaned back against the seat, staring out at the passing city lights.

She had to be careful.

Because if she wasn't, she wasn't sure she'd be able to stop herself from falling into Peter's grasp.

And something told her… once he had her, he wouldn't ever let go.