Rain poured over them, masking the scent of blood. His white shirt clung to sculpted muscles, torn and stained from the fight that had just ended. She clutched his arm, her dress soaked, eyes wide with a cocktail of fear and something darker. They weren't supposed to be here-alone, this late, after what had happened. After all, he was her stepbrother. The one she'd grown up avoiding, the one her mother warned was "trouble." Trouble now knelt before her, rain sliding down his jaw, chains glinting in the dim light. "You should go inside," he murmured, voice low, almost a growl. But his hand didn't let go of her waist. Her pulse pounded. "And leave you like this?" Lightning split the sky, illuminating the way his gaze dipped-hungry, conflicted. The forbidden line between them had been cracking for months. Tonight, in the shadows and rain, it was about to shatter.