Raven stormed out of the war room with Dante and Lucian already moving behind her, but the fire in her veins wouldn't settle.
Her hand still pressed low on her belly where the deep soreness from two nights ago throbbed like a dirty secret. Vincent's low promise echoed in her head — Last night was only the beginning. The way his thumb had stroked her hip, reminding her exactly how he'd claimed her... it made her sore core clench even now, shame and heat twisting together until she wanted to scream.
She hated how her body remembered him. Hated how the word "wife" still sat heavy on her chest like a brand.
But the new alerts flashing on every screen had drowned everything else out.
Another warehouse torched.
Two more scouts gone — probably carved up and left for the rats.
Caruso's statement blasting everywhere: "the De Luca whore." Bounty so fucking high that even loyal dogs were starting to sniff around.
