Chapter 82

• Chapter 82: Dripping Wet Defiance
• Lena watches Marco’s retreating back disappear into the elevator, the doors sliding closed behind him with a quiet hiss. Her heart is still pounding—not with fear, but with something darker, hotter. His words were cruel, venom-tipped, but underneath the insult she felt something else: something ugly and possessive. A tension that clung to the air between them like the crackle before a storm.
• She should be furious. She should be afraid.