HARPER.

My heart wouldn't slow down. Damien's body was still wrapped around mine, his cock half-hard against my thigh, sticky with the mess we'd made. The room smelled like sex and his sweat. I should have felt dirty. Instead I felt claimed. Wanted. And terrified.

"Dawn," I whispered, pushing up on one elbow. The sheet slipped off my breasts. "They're coming at dawn. What does live proof even mean?"

He sat up, back muscles flexing as he swung his legs off the bed. The phone screen lit his face, casting sharp shadows. "It means they want to see it happening. Or at least hear it. No faces. No full shots....