Rain battered down on him, sluicing away the blood that moments ago had soaked his skin. Each flash of lightning carved his form out of the darkness, sharp and undeniable. And that—that was what made her heart seize.
There were no wounds.
No gashes on his chest.
No torn flesh on his forehead.
Fernando stood untouched.
Like nothing had ever happened.
Like him.
No.
No this couldn't be real.
Her mind recoiled, scrambling for excuses. She had to be hallucinating. The heat burning through her veins must be messing with her senses. Her body was betraying her, playing cruel tricks. Anything—anything but this.
She clung to denial with desperate fingers, inventing reason after reason, but reality was relentless. How long could she lie to herself when her own eyes refused to look away?
He dragged his fingers through his hair, combing it back as his bare, powerful back flexed beneath the rain. Muscles rolled beneath wet skin as he turned
