Scenic Sunday- White Hot by Ilona Andrews

Hi! The Scenic Sunday countdown to Ruby Fever continues! Only four Sundays until the next Hidden Legacy releases and the finale to Catalina and Alessandro’s story is here! I had a hard time picking a favorite scene in White Hot. This is the book where Nevada and Rogan admit they love each other amidst some harrowing, life-threatening situations. In the end, there was one scene I kept coming back to and that’s what you have today. Enjoy!

The door swung open and I saw Rogan standing in his living room.
It finally hit me. We’d both survived. We were both alive and he was standing there, and he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. I looked into his eyes and the iced over darkness stared back at me.
No. He was mine. There was a dragon under that ice and I would bring him out. I walked across the threshold. The door stayed open behind me. He was giving me an escape route.
“You found me,” he said.
“You didn’t hide very well. And I’m a PI.”
“Nevada, nothing’s changed.”
His expression was detached, his voice almost casual. He’d locked his emotions behind a steel wall of his will. Too late, Rogan. I remember the way you looked at me in that cistern.
“Sooner or later, you will become a House,” he said.
“So you told me.”
“Genetics and children will become important.”
“Children are always important.”
“I can’t share, Nevada. I won’t.”
“Share what?”
“Share you,” he said, his voice harsh. Something wild was trying to claw its way out of him. The cold mask was breaking. “I can’t be with you knowing that you will go back to another man, whether you love him or not. It’s beyond me. It won’t end well.”
“That’s good, because I don’t want to share you either.”
“I’ve given all the warnings I can give,” he said. “All in or all out, Nevada. Decide.”
I slipped out of my shoes and took a step toward him.
The door behind me slammed shut.
Fire flared in his eyes and burned through the darkness. It was more than lust. More than need. Nobody else ever looked at me like that.
Anticipation gripped me.
He strode toward me, confident, unhurried, a dragon in his doman.
“Am I trapped?”
“You walked into my lair.” He circled me, stalking.
The first drop of his magic fell on the back of my neck, hot and soft like velvet. Breath caught in my throat.
“I gave you a chance to escape.”
The magic slid over my spine, setting every nerve aflame.
“You didn’t take it.” he was behind me.
A quick feather-light touch brushed over my shoulders and dashed down my hips. I turned. He was standing a couple of feet away.
“Now you’re mine.”