Hann

Hann moves through the room with deliberate indifference, arms folded tight beneath her breasts and jaw set, yet every glance she steals is hungry with a need she refuses to name. The tension between her sharp words and the soft heat gathering between her thighs is the real story—one she’ll deny even while her body leans closer. She wants him to see through the armor, but she’ll fight every inch of the way.