Aurora Sage never liked waiting. Waiting meant surrendering control, and control was survival. But tonight, she had no choice.
The message still burned in her mind, the insinuation curling like poison through her veins. Someone had compared Logan Mason to Ashcroft, the man she had killed with her own hands. The man who had tried to break her, own her, erase her identity until she was nothing more than a weapon. To see Logan's name tangled in the same breath as Ashcroft's was dangerous—it planted thoughts she couldn't afford.
The difference was clear to her, even if the stranger couldn't see it. Ashcroft had taken. Logan… Logan demanded, but he gave in return. He bared his obsession openly, arrogant enough to think she belonged to him, reckless enough to act as though her knives and her past were nothing compared to his desire.
That difference didn't make him safe. It made him more dangerous.
