EMBER’S POV

The penthouse door clicks shut behind me and I stand there for a moment, trying to make sense of the last four hours.

At 4 AM, Knox was inside me, calling me his, telling me no one else gets to touch me, fucking me against the window like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

By 5 AM, he was cold. Clinical. Reminding me our relationship is fake while I stood there naked and confused.

And for the three hours since? He’s been on the phone. Endless calls, endless business, endless distance.

I showered alone. Dressed alone. Ate breakfast alone while he paced the living...