GO AHEAD. RUN.

 Elena Carter knows her brother is trouble. When he asks her to deliver an envelope to The Velvet Room on a freezing Chicago night, she expects a quick cash drop, a low-level collector, and one more reason to hate him before sunrise.
Then Callan Russo opens the door.
He is not a collector. He is not a warning. He is the man people in Chicago whisper about when they want to remember fear has a name.
Her brother stole from him, and Callan doesn’t let debts walk away. So Elena becomes his collateral, dragged into his penthouse with her temper intact and absolutely no intention of following his rules.

Unfortunately, Callan likes defiance.
He likes her mouth, her fury, the way she refuses to sit when he tells her to. And when punishment turns into temptation, Elena learns that the most dangerous thing about Callan Russo isn’t that he can keep her.
It’s that he knows exactly how to make her want to stay.
By sunrise, he gives her a choice: leave while she still can, or admit what one night with him has already changed.

And she runs before she can admit she wants to stay.
Callan lets her go.
Not because he is done with her.
Because catching her is half the pleasure.