Chapter 66

• Chapter 66: Marked
• Elena woke with sunlight kissing her skin, but the warmth only reminded her of the heat from the night before. Her body ached in ways she couldn’t hide. Every inch of her was alive with memory—bruises blooming on her wrists where Alessio’s grip had been unrelenting, hickeys painted across her throat and collarbone where Gabriel’s mouth had branded her, the raw shiver of skin that felt claimed, owned.
• She pulled the sheets higher, groaning. The faint scent of smoke and leather still clung to her—them, lingering, inescapable. Her pulse quickened at the thought, even as her pride screamed against it.