Chapter 88

• Alek stared at his phone, seeing Emma's missed call and the voicemail notification. His finger hovered over the play button, but Katarina's voice interrupted his thoughts.
• "More wine?" She was standing in her kitchen doorway, holding a bottle and wearing a silk robe that left little to the imagination.
• It was past midnight. They'd been talking for hours about the academy project, about their past, about everything except the obvious tension building between them all evening.