The Devano mansion in the hills of Avernon City remained unchanged: cold, arrogant, and shrouded in secrets. Alaric brought Anna back to their expansive master suite, a place where the walls had once been the silent witnesses to their forbidden whispers.
Alaric laid the sleeping Lucifer into a velvet-lined bassinet before turning to face Anna. The city lights from the floor-to-ceiling windows danced in the dark depths of his eyes.
"We are finally back where we belong, Anna," Alaric said. He stepped closer, undoing his tie with a slow, provocative rhythm. "Just you, me, and our son under this roof. No more interruptions."
Anna felt Alaric's dominant aura saturate the room. Despite the presence of their child, the tension between them had never faded—it had only grown more dangerous. Alaric pinned her against the heavy oak door, locking it with one hand while the other traced her neck with possessive intent.
