Chapter 237

The descent to the ground floor was a tense affair, every shadow seeming to harbor potential witnesses to her clandestine rendezvous. But the corridors remained blissfully deserted, allowing her to reach the cable car station without incident.

Zavian stood alone amid the milling crowds, his dashing physique encased in a long black coat that he’d left casually unbuttoned.

Emmeline’s breath hitched at the sight of him.

“Mr. Blackthorn!” she called out to announce her presence.

Zavian’s ruggedly handsome features softened into an achingly tender smile. “Little girl.”

They closed the distance between them in a few strides. His arms band around her slender frame, crushing her against the solid wall of his chest in a fierce, yearning embrace.

“You don’t know how I’ve been dying to hold you again,” he said, nuzzling the crown of her head through the soft fabric of her hat. “It feels like an eternity since yesterday.”

Emmeline stiffened at first wit