Chapter 93

Zavian reached out and gently gripped her arm between his fingers, his touch incredibly light against her battered skin. “Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you?” he asked gruffly.

Emmeline gave a small nod. She slowly rose to her feet with his assistance, their eyes meeting for a heated moment.

She felt like she could stare into the depths of his intense gaze for an eternity without ever growing bored.

“Thank you, Mr. Blackthorn,” came her soft murmur.

Zavian’s eyes roved almost hysterically over Emmeline’s battered features and he gnashed his teeth so hard that his powerful jaws nearly cracked.

The blinding fury coursing through his veins right now could only be sated after he made the worthless jerk who hurt her pay severely. Every protective instinct in his body was howling at him to avenge this innocent woman’s pain and suffering.

But damn it all to hell, he couldn’t do a thing about it. As much as it killed him, he wasn’t allowed to di