I swallowed hard.
Kenji is gone. Only the Dragon is here now.
“Alright.” With stiff fingers, I reached for the robe at the foot of the bed and slid it on.
The silk caressed my bare skin.
“Good.” He gave me a short nod, strode to the door, and turned the lights on in the bedroom. “I’ll be right back.”
Where the hell are you going?
The door clicked shut behind him.
And I sat there, robe wrapped tight around me, heart thrashing in my chest.
What the fuck?
Chapter two
The Test
Nyomi
The door opened.
Kenji stepped back inside, and the world I’d just been safe in—the bed, the caresses, the warmth—snapped into a harder shape.
The air thinned.
Behind Kenji, three men poured through the threshold radiating quiet menace that made the room shrink around my shoulders.
O-kay. . .
Reo came too, silent and with a small notebook in his right hand.
What the hell is going on? Why does he need all of these people?
I stood immediately, silk robe tight against my skin, heart hammering in my chest.
A moment ago, I had been folded into a sensual forever made of breath and skin. Now it felt like my future had sharp teeth that could tear me open.
This wasn’t about pillow talk anymore. Not about love confessions or teasing chuckles against my spine.
This was about something larger, heavier, sharper.
Deadlier.
Kenji wanted me to do something for him, something that smelled like strategy, blood, and war.
What could this test be about?
My pulse spiked with excitement and dread.
Until this moment, I’d believed my place in his war would be at the edges—cooking meals, tending wounds, offering a soft voice to brutal men who brought the night home on their boots.
But now?
The Dragon had summoned me to the center of some secret plan, and. . .I had no idea why.
