Nicole. No one called her that.
In the irradiated, dusty slums of Sector 4, she had always just been Nikki. But the way the silver-haired architect spoke her full name, laced with terrifyingly familiar warmth, sent a violent jolt straight down her spine.
The newly acquired [Truth Seeker] perk in her mind gave a low, rhythmic thrum, warning her that the man standing before them was the key to the massive, locked vault in her memory.
But how?
This was same man she saw at the ball.
Before Nikki could even draw a breath to reply, Adonis stepped smoothly in front of her, his massive frame deliberately shielding her from the older man's line of sight.
A heavy arm snaked around Nikki's waist. Adonis pulled her flush against his side, his grip branding her hip with an unyielding, possessive heat.
The sheer, immovable weight of him grounded her instantly, keeping her knees from buckling under the sudden wave of vertigo.
