I woke up half-dressed in someone else’s bed. Panic hit me before I was fully awake, and I quickly checked my surroundings. I was only wearing a black lace bra and matching underwear. Nothing else. The room had a dark wooden decor and leather accents; it felt very masculine and completely unfamiliar.
Suddenly, memories crashed back to me in pieces. I recalled the courthouse turning chaotic, Kane fighting through a group of armed men with incredible skill, and then Marcus Blackthorn's cold grip on my wrist. I remembered the motorcycle ride with Kane, feeling his warmth against me before exhaustion took over and I fell asleep.
Kane had taken my clothes off while I was out cold. A mix of anger and embarrassment surged within me as I realized the implications of what had happened. While I wa
