The city pulsed with life, but Elena felt dead inside. She sat at the bar, swirling the amber liquid in her glass, lost in thought. Her lips curled into a bitter smile as she ignored the flirtatious glances thrown her way. She wasn't here for company. She wasn't here for love.
She was here to forget.
Then, he walked in.
Tall. Dark. Dangerous. He had the kind of presence that made the air feel heavier, like the universe itself was holding its breath. His sharp blue eyes found hers almost instantly, and for the first time in a long time, Elena felt something stir inside her—a spark, a warning, a challenge.
Damian Blackwell wasn't a man women walked away from. And Elena… she wasn't a woman who played by the rules.
Their eyes locked. The game had begun.