Fawn's POV
The morning light poured into the penthouse, warm and golden. I lay in bed, the soft sheets tangled around me, still replaying the events of the previous night in my mind. I was more focused on being with Blake in all ways than my need for revenge, but revenge was the reason I had come back, and I couldn't let them get away with my death. As if sensing him watching me, I turned my head.
Blake stood at the door, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his dark hair still wet from the shower he must have taken while I slept. He looked both fierce and utterly handsome, a formidable presence even in the morning light.
"Hey," he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he caught my eye.
"Hey," I replied, my voice still thick with sleep.
He crossed the room and leaned down,
