Cold fingers strangled Arian’s throat, the ghost’s touch stealing his breath—until a voice, deep and molten, curled against his ear. “Don’t move.” Strong arms pulled him back. The ghost vanished in smoke, but Arian’s pulse only raced faster. He was trapped, caged by a man whose heat burned through his skin. "You’re trembling,” the man teased, laughter curling like smoke. “Not from fear, though… is it?” His Lips brushed Arian's ear, a sinful caress. A whisper followed “Beg me, and I’ll let you live.