“We are here.” Rowan announced over the soft noise of the music from the radio, and I tried to look at the ‘here’ through the window.

It was a tall white building, its many floors impossible to count from inside the car, but from what little I could see, it was beautiful.

Rowan opened his door and came out, coming to mine, and he opened it, helping me out. My breath hitched, not from the sparks or electricity running through us, but from a familiarity that felt dangerously inviting, and I took another deep breath.

Goddess, help me.

He gave his keys to the valet, and we entered the building,...