Five in the morning. Giselle slowly opened her eyes, blinking her thick eyelashes, then shifted her gaze to her left. Leon was still awake, his gaze sharp and full of anger, as if he were about to devour his prey.

With a triumphant smile, Giselle yawned slowly, then sat up, stretching. One hand reached for the handcuffs on Leon’s wrist, then with a small key hidden behind her bra, click—the handcuffs opened.

Leon immediately pulled his hand away and sat up straight.

“You’re happy, aren’t you?” Leon’s voice was heavy and hoarse from a sleepless night.

Giselle stared at Leon’s disheveled face. “Not just happy, but very happy,” the girl...