Charles didn't sleep that night.
Even as two women lay passed out in his bed—one curled against his chest, the other clinging to his arm like he'd disappear—his mind wasn't resting.
Not after what just happened.
Not after that message.
> "Tier Upgrade: Lust Sync has entered Phase II. System Integration: 43%. New abilities unlocked."
The words had burned into his vision, then vanished.
Now, even in the quiet, he felt it—his senses were sharper, more... attuned. He could hear Ava's heartbeat even while she slept. He could feel the warmth of Fiona's thighs, draped across his legs. The pulse of blood through their veins created a symphony that made his skin tingle with awareness.
And the strangest part?
He could smell her.
Not either of the women in his bed.
Her.
The woman from the alley. The mysterious one with the violet eyes and the leather whip.
The one who vanished after kissing him and whispering, "Let's see if you survive the next phase."
