As she turned the corner, she froze. A deep voice brushed against her ear. “Do you really think you can escape me, jaan?” Her breath hitched. His warmth was too close. Too familiar. Too dangerous. “Come here,” he murmured, his voice low, controlled… inescapable. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. “Adi…” she whispered. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. He pulled her into his arms—and just like that, every wall she had built began to crumble. His gaze dropped to the mark on her neck. His name. Still there. Still his. Her pulse faltered as his lips brushed against her skin, and everything she had buried deep inside began to rise again— slow… dangerous… unfinished. And then— he…