Chapter 211: Need

Aveline padded barefoot to the door. When she opened it, there he was. Caleb. Leaning against the frame like sin itself, dressed in black, eyes gleaming like he knew every secret she’d never told. That half-smirk of his was enough to undo a lesser woman, but Aveline was made of tougher things.

"Thought I’d drop by," he murmured, voice low, roughened by desire. "Didn’t figure I needed an invitation."