Chapter 61

Tears of frustration stung at the corners of Emmeline’s eyes as she hurried away.

She couldn’t fathom how Zavian could so brazenly make licentious advances and suggestive remarks one moment, only to shut her out entirely the next with cold indifference. His mercurial shifts in behavior left her reeling, unmoored.

Had she read the situation completely wrong? Misinterpreted the heated looks and the undeniable chemistry that seemed to crackle between them with every weighted glance? Or was there something deeper, darker at play - secrets he was harboring that prevented him from acting on his apparent desires?

The sound of shattering glass from the direction of the bedroom made Emmeline jump.

She couldn’t discern if it was the product of Zavian’s rage, or simply an accident. Part of her was tempted to turn back if only to ensure he hadn’t hurt himself. But the larger part knew that retracing her steps could prove dangerous, like willingly stepping into the eye of