Her whisper was like a threat to my ear. “Did you think we were done, Noah? That was just the first course.”

Before I could even process the words, her hands were on me. She moved with a predator's grace, she took my hand and yanked me onto the warm Persian rug. My back hit the floor with a soft thud, the air rushing from my lungs. She was on me in an instant, one knee on either side of my chest, pinning me beneath her.