If hell had Wi-Fi and room service, it would look exactly like this hotel lobby.

I stood between Caden and Damian, both men radiating enough tension to power the city, while the poor receptionist clutched her tablet like it was a shield.

“I’m so sorry, sirs,” she said, voice trembling. “There’s been… a slight mix-up. Only one suite is available tonight.”

One suite.

My soul briefly exited my body.

Caden’s jaw flexed. Damian’s smirk stretched like a man who had just been handed the keys to my personal nightmare.

“Perfect,” Damian said smoothly, leaning on the marble counter like he owned the building. “We’ll take it.”

His eyes were on...