Odessa’s POV
The door clicked shut behind me with a soft sound that felt final, but it did nothing to calm the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind. I leaned against the cool wooden wall of the hallway, holding onto a delicate piece of lingerie that pressed uncomfortably into my palm. My heart raced, pounding like a drum against my chest.
Stefan.
He was Cassius's son, the one who hadn't even bothered to come to the wedding. I had imagined him as a moody, lanky college student, probably with bad posture and a permanent frown.
But the universe clearly has a strange sense of humor because the man I saw in that room was anything but a boy. He was all sharp features and tense energy, with a gaze that felt almost tangible. The image of him, shirtless and glistening with a light sheen of swe
