trode onto the terrace. He stopped in front of Chloe, h

I wouldn't treat you like that." He gestured vaguely back toward the ballr

alculated kindness-it was all too much. She should have said no. She should have walked awa

think about

a no. It was enough. Vincent's

did J

e terrace, his face a thunderous mask of fury. He had seen it

all the air out of the space. He grabbed Chloe's wrist, his fingers

gle word laden with a chill

's unvented rage. He stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumped in his c

message from Judah. A scr

ines. His gaze flickered to Chloe, a new, ugly suspicion dawning in his

rm broke. He threw his phone onto the glass coffee table.

e word was a

one at home, but a second test, taken in a moment of mid-morning panic in the office restroom, had been her undoing.

And the lie ha

ple at the office really this bored?" She looked from the phone back to him, her expression a careful perform

t a dismissal. It was exactly how the poised, u

omposure was that convincing. But then his

were practically falling into Vincent Dubois's arms." He was connecting dot

, snapped something inside her. The fear, the humiliation, the he

der than she had ever raised it to him. "I'm sick of it! I'm sick of

speaks to me like I'm a human being! So what if I'm considering h

ealousy, using it as a s

wor

ent him over the edge. With a guttural roar of fury, he slamm

rom hers, his eyes blazing with

that

s rage with a cold, defiant cal

ushed himself off the wall and took a step back, the hea

t. "You want a new 'environment' so badly? You ca

r, his eyes lik

in the morning. I don't want to see

trode into his study, slamming the heavy door behind him. The sound

en. And she was utter