You had something that drew Blade to you like a moth to a flame. Even if he hated you—or claimed to.

Your eyes flicked open to spot Blade asleep beside you, his arm draped around your bare waist. With a careful motion, you withdrew his hand off your body and slid into your clothes.

Once you grasped the door handle, you felt breathing on your nape. It was Blade, pressing his hand against the door to prevent you from leaving.

"Where do you think you're going?" he queried, standing behind you.