Siana stood under the shower, warm water cascading over her tense shoulders, soaking her hair and trailing down her face. Her hands rested against the cool tiles as she tried to steady her breathing. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to push away the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

Her thoughts kept circling back to him—Devillian Giordano. The intensity of his presence, his touch, and the way he looked at her, like she was his and no one else could claim her. It sent shivers down her spine, both terrifying and... something else she refused to name.