MAYA

I sat in the passenger seat beside Dominic while he drove. Neither of us had said much since leaving the house.

A little over five weeks had passed since Conrad handed me a drugged drink and delivered me to a man I had every reason to hate.

I should have hated him.

Instead, sitting beside him now only brought me back to what had happened in his kitchen—to his mouth on mine.

I fixed my attention on the passing scenery as though that could erase the memory.

The kiss never should have happened, but I couldn't lie to myself and pretend I hadn't wanted it. I'd been attracted to...