Elias Kane blinked slowly, processing Serena Blackwood's words with that familiar detached amusement. She wasn't wrong—he really was lying beneath her right now. The distance between them just happened to be several feet of cold marble and shattered glass, not the intimate press she'd implied.
But Giselle Frost couldn't see any of that. To her, those words carried a heavy, suggestive weight that would twist straight into something far more damning. Elias felt a spark of genuine excitement flare in his chest. He had been waiting for this exact moment—the day these elite women finally turned on each other like sharks in the same tank. In the fantasy worlds he'd survived before, their fights had always been flashy spells and explosions, dazzling but never as raw or satisfying as fists meeting flesh and power clashing in the open.
This was his chance. He had to seize it.
Without warning, Elias surged upward, lunging for the phone still clutched in Serena's hand. "Give it back—"
