Zoe Pierce had been fooled by Nathan Lockwood. It wasn't until she had escorted him to his cabin and watched him deftly shut the door that she realized she'd been tricked.
She had never been to his cabin before. A quick glance revealed that the layout of every room was nearly identical; only the placement of certain items differed, as if Nathan Lockwood had arranged them himself.
She lifted Nathan Lockwood's arm to look again. Sure enough, where the horrifying, dark bruise had been, his skin was now smooth and clear.
It had healed completely.
"Zoe," Nathan Lockwood called her name.
Zoe Pierce tilted her head up. It wasn't a total surprise. Her back was pressed against the wall, her chin lifted by a pair of long, pale hands, and his lips invaded.
He stepped forward, his long-fingered hands moving from her jaw to cup her neck.
Her body temperature was rising, but the heat radiating from his lips was even greater.
He drank her in.
"Hah—"
