Chapter 113

Zavian remained stubbornly mute until they reached a deserted hallway. Then he slammed her back against the wall, his solid chest caging her in.

“I can see your fucking ass, Emmeline,” he growled right in her face, eyes blazing with undisguised jealousy and possessiveness. “Do you want every man here hitting on you?”

Emmeline held Zavian’s gaze with unwavering bravery. His left hand was clamped around her wrist like a vise, while his right fist remained rock-steady against the wall beside her head from the force of his earlier punch.

“By what right do you get to police what I wear, Mr. Blackthorn?” Her tone dripped with defiance.

Zavian’s jaw tensed until the cords of muscle protruded starkly. Rage caused his grip on her wrist to tighten viciously, but she refused to wilt before him.

“You’re not in any position to criticize me, no matter how scantily I might dress.” Emmeline lifted her chin a stubborn notch. “This is my personal freedom, and I don’t app