Gabriel
Her confession hung in the quiet study like fine smoke: I think I’m falling for someone I shouldn’t.
Standing inches from Azeelia, watching her dark eyes soften with a terrifying mix of guilt and desire, my chest tightened until it was hard to pull air into my lungs.
I knew what she meant. She was talking about me—the ruthless Don who had dragged her into a fortress, the man whose name had haunted her nightmares for three long years. But I also knew she was talking about Viper_00. The anonymous stranger who had coaxed her secrets out in the middle of the night, who had flirted with her through an encrypted screen, and who had promised her a taste of the fire.
She was tearing herself apart over two different shadows of the exact same man.
A sharp, ugly pang of guilt twisted in
