For the first time since entering Nightshade Tower, Dakota understood something clearly:
Kade hadn't built this office with a "resting room" attached.
He had built himself a private territory above the entire city.
And now—whether she meant to or not—he had already made space for her inside it.
Dakota stood quietly in the middle of the suite for a long moment, letting the unfamiliar stillness wrap around her like a held breath.
Outside these walls, Nightshade thrummed like a living kingdom—wolves moving through shadowed corridors, power shifting in subtle hierarchies, territory marked by scent and unblinking stares. But here, everything felt secluded. Private. Dangerously intimate.
