The cool night air hit your skin as you stepped out onto the balcony, closing the glass door behind you. The house was massive—too much space, too much wealth—but for now, the quiet out here was a welcome reprieve from the thumping music and endless chatter of the party below. You gripped the railing and leaned forward, letting the night calm your nerves.

What you didn’t realize was that you weren’t supposed to be here.

“Mind telling me what the hell you’re doing?”

The voice startled you. You spun around and found Rafe Cameron standing in the doorway, arms crossed. His sharp blue eyes were pinned on you, a hint of irritation in his expression. He wasn’t outright aggressive, but there was a warning in his tone.