ina'
ri
topped, the earth had tilted off its axis, and e
my ribs like a trapped
vince myself that what I was seeing
st my mind playing tricks on me.
and standing before us as if he ha
to speak. I opened my mou
utched the edge of the ne
lace for ages until Angus's littl
, his joy uncontainable as
e didn't understand what was happening, t
sessively, his dark glare directed at t
to mine, a gaze that brought back a fl
to speak, but before he could utter a word,
low and sharp, yanking me out
nse, he dragged me toward th
croak, twisting to
opped him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder
he car sped off into the nig
re world had come crashing down in mer
e was supposed to be dead. For over t
there like he hadn't vanished
re why I was crying-grief, confusion, anger? Thousands
man in my presence," Darius growled, his cold
e, his voice still had
hard, unsure whether my unease stemme
narrowing, before barking an order to th
ury in Oakville, was a place I ha
would dare not ask. If there was anything
ed at the famous fi
eriors were a reminder of Darius's worl
ors, and quiet sophistication greeted us as a hostess led us to a
extravagant spread of dishes, every
asted meats and delicate pastrie
to Adrian-his face, his voice
d to be dead. Or a
since the plane crash
ights, of hollow tears for the man I'
hat he was still alive
this time, why hadn't he come for me? Had he f
's voice cut through my spiral
from the window. His hazel eyes b
for an excuse, but my mind w
im," he said flatly, his
m n
dangerous, sent a chill down my spine. "I saw
truth would only escalate his anger, bu
d, my eyes fixed on
ou expect me to believe that? You w
't res
he ordered, his tone curt. "You're carrying my chi
elt heat rise to my cheeks, a cold sweat gathering
shoveling it down my throat in a quick s
apped. "I didn't ask y
swallowi
remember what happened that night, but it's clear something di
ing bell. My throat tightened, and I hastily reached
thing was wrong. It wasn't water-it was thick, slightly
arpened with alarm, his chair scrap
as dizziness crashed over me. The room bl
oice sounded distant, muffled, as though he
ss claimed me was his face, etched wit