Laura felt a swell of pride watching them. These powerful men, each used to commanding and never following, were creating something stronger together than any could achieve alone.

Her gaze met Lucian's across the table, and for a moment, she was thrown back into her dream—his hands pinning her wrists, his mouth demanding on hers. She quickly looked away, only to meet the dammed Dante's curious stare.

"You okay there, sweetheart?" he asked. "You're looking a bit... flushed."

"I'm fine," she said, perhaps too firmly. "Just... impressed with the planning."

Nikolai's chuckle told her he wasn't fooled. "Planning does tend to get the blood pumping," he said with a smirk....