Night out of control, when the wolfish musician r…

Maeve Sinclair had never seen Qin Yu like this. On stage, he was a gentle guitarist with casual blond hair and a smile like a big dog's. But now he was staring at her with fox-like eyes, an unspoken danger lurking in their depths. They had been teetering on the edge of a relationship for a month, never going beyond holding hands. Qin Yu's restraint and politeness had built a wall that left Maeve Sinclair unable to tell what was real and what wasn't. Until this night, when she took the initiative to go to his place—and the rules of the game shifted subtly. In the hallway of the old residential building, the light was dim and yellow, and the air was so thick and sticky it almost felt like it was about to solidify.