The message burned in my mind long after Rafael left the room. He hadn't seen it. Thank God. His hands had still been on my skin, his voice still echoing in my ear, claiming me, marking me. If he'd noticed the phone vibrating on the desk, I wasn't sure what he would've done.
But I had seen it.
And now it wouldn't let me rest.
He'll never tell you the full truth. But I will. Meet me tomorrow at midnight. Alone.
I lay awake in Rafael's bed, staring at the ceiling as his heavy arm rested across my stomach. He slept like a man at peace, though I knew he never truly was. His enemies were everywhere. His empire was built on danger. Yet here he was, breathing evenly beside me, as if the weight of the world couldn't reach him in sleep.
I envied that.
