Liam pulled his BMW M4 into the underground parking garage of Miss Kelly's high-rise luxury apartment complex, the twin-turbo engine echoing off the concrete walls before he cut the ignition and stepped out.
The air of the lower level smelled faintly of exhaust and damp stone.
His blood was still humming from the failed meditation with Wrath, the vivid images of pale skin and soft curves lingering in the back of his mind.
He headed straight for the glowing glass doors of the elevator bank, stepping inside the brushed-steel cabin and hitting the button for the twelfth floor.
The doors slid shut smoothly, and the elevator surged upward, the digital display ticking through the numbers in silence.
When the doors opened to the quiet, carpeted hallway of the upper floor, Liam stepped out and walked down the corridor toward her door. He reached out and knocked three distinct times.
A moment later, the door swung open.
Miss Kelly stood in the doorway, caught completely off guard.
