The silence of the Sinclair Penthouse was a stark contrast to the roar of the helicopter rotors, but the ringing in Aria's ears hadn't stopped.
She stepped out of the elevator and dropped her tactical pack onto the floor with a heavy thud. Her body ached in places she didn't know existed. Her thighs burned, her hands throbbed beneath the bandages, and she smelled like engine exhaust, jungle rot, and sweat.
"Shower," she announced, her voice cracking slightly. She didn't look at him. She marched straight for the Master Suite, her boots heavy on the hardwood. "If you try to stop me, I will bite you."
Damien followed her, closing the bedroom door and locking it with a deliberate, heavy click that made Aria's breath hitch.
"I have no intention of stopping you," he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "I intend to join you."
