Chapter 57

Emmeline froze in the middle of the hallway.

Her heart stuttered in shock when she lifted her head and saw none other than the devil who had been tormenting her sleep since their last encounter standing there in an impeccably tailored suit. What’s more, his expression was dark. Very dark and unsettling.

Emmeline stared at him, momentarily unable to move or speak as she struggled to comprehend the situation.

“M-Mr. Blackthorn? What are you doing here?” she finally managed to stammer out.

Zavian’s hungry gaze raked over every inch of her, lingering lecherously on the deep vee between her breasts and the teasing glimpses of thigh and leg exposed by the daring dress slit.

He seemed to be devouring her with his eyes alone, no doubt able to make out every curve and swell through the sheer fabric.

“I’m the one who should be asking you that question!” his voice sounded low and extremely dangerous. Like he was barely holding himself back from descending on