But Alexander had the sinking feeling that they hadn't seen the last of her.
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Iva's room was exactly as she had left it.
The small bed against the wall. The wooden desk by the window. The wardrobe where she kept her few belongings. Everything was the same.
And yet, everything was different.
She dropped her luggage by the door and stood in the middle of the room, her eyes tracing over every familiar surface. The late morning light streamed through the window, casting pale gold shadows across the floor.
Her gaze landed on the bed.
And the memories came rushing back.
Caleb waiting for her in the dark. His eyes burning with barely contained hunger. The way he had looked at her—like she was prey and predator and something sacred, all at once.
She remembered the heat of his body. The
