Nobody saw Parker or Scarlett for three days.
Which, in a mansion full of divine sensors, psychic empaths, and one guy who could hear a butterfly sneeze from twelve dimensions over, was saying something.
Well—almost nobody.
Naomi saw.
Or rather, witnessed.
Because "saw" implies a level of consent and detachment that simply didn't exist anymore. Only Naomi—who'd made the moonlight shine even brighter during Parker and Scarlett's first time together as equals instead of predator and prey—knew what had really happened.
The maid had followed them out of curiosity, only to discover that after their emotional breakthrough under the stars, the vampire and her creator had disappeared into Scarlett's club like it was now their pleasure realm where they'd been going at it like two beings trying to fuck their trauma into submission.
