Thunder cracked across the sky like a war drum, vibrating through the windows as the storm returned with a vengeance. Rain hammered the rooftop, and lightning split the night wide open. My room glowed for an instant, then went dark again.
But it wasn’t the storm outside that stole my breath.
It was the storm inside.
The door creaked open.
Jace stepped in first, his frame taking up the doorway, chest rising and falling like he’d just run. His eyes met mine—serious, hungry, claiming.
Then came Beau, his smirk nowhere in sight tonight. His blue eyes were fire. Controlled chaos. Lips already parted like he needed to kiss or speak or devour—he hadn’t decided which yet.
Eli followed silently, shutting the door behind him. He looked nervous. Shy. But his gaze burned. Determined.
They didn’
