Chapter 90

The man's hot breath brushed against her ear, his voice harsh and gravelly. "Look at me." "Calliope, open your eyes. Do you see who I am?" That heat inside her, just doused moments ago, came roaring back from deep within, even stronger than before. Calliope was barely hanging on, acting on instinct. She reached out, desperate to hold onto the only thing that felt cool and real in the chaos. But her fingers brushed against something slick and icy-luxurious fabric. A high-end, custom-made suit. Forcing her eyes open, she caught a blurry glimpse of the man-his soaking wet suit still sharp and tailored. Her hand yanked back like she'd touched fire. That wasn't Conrad. Conrad would never wear a suit like that. Panic slammed into her, and she curled in on herself, pressing into the wall behind her, voice trembling as she pleaded. "Don't touch me... please, just go..." But her body was burning, the heat eating her alive, refusing to let up. She couldn't take it anymore. Digging her nails into