The silence in the penthouse had weight, pressing down on every breath Aurora Sage drew. The faint hum of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows barely touched the air between her and Logan Mason. His gaze was relentless—like a spotlight that burned rather than illuminated.
Aurora stood stiffly near the glass, arms crossed, her reflection fractured by the city lights. She didn't want him to see how shaken she really was. Every instinct screamed to keep her distance, to draw lines he could not cross. But Logan Mason had never been a man who respected boundaries.
"Why do you keep running from me?" His voice was smooth, deceptively calm, but beneath it pulsed something darker, more dangerous.
Aurora's amber eyes flicked toward him. "Because you don't understand what it means to be in my world."
