Elias POV

The heat between us was a living thing, a fire that threatened to consume the very foundations of the Lawson estate. My hands were tangled in Mara’s hair, my mouth devouring hers, but even in the height of passion, a voice echoed in the back of my skull. It was cold, mocking, and unmistakably Philip’s.

“You don’t get to love my wife and act innocent.”

The memory of Philip’s face—not the twin I grew up with, but the man he became—flashed before my eyes. I pulled back abruptly, my chest heaving, the realization crashing over me like a tidal wave. I was in love with her. I was...