Her eyes widened, then curved into a wicked smirk. “They really think I’m a fool?” Gaia’s voice dripped with venom, her tone low, sultry, and laced with the kind of poison that burned long after the words were spoken.
The cabinet at her side rattled as her palm pressed into it, fingers curling over the edge as if she needed to anchor herself to reality. “Orion… are you here?” she whispered, the air vibrating with something ancient, dangerous.
From the shadows, the dark Alpha emerged like sin given flesh. His broad shoulders seemed carved out of midnight, his face half-lit by the flickering lantern hanging above them.
One of his legs was flesh, strong and veined; the other was nothing but ruthless steel and wires, a machine designed for war. His weight leaned on a black walking stick et
