Chapter Twenty-Three
By the time Zaron came back, Emily was ready to climb walls. Her claustrophobia was back in full force, her throat tight as she paced in circles around her room. Aside from her worry about the interview, what bothered her the most was the blurriness in her memory. The missing hours weren’t a total blank—she had vague recollections of intensely pleasurable sensations—and that concerned her even more.
It was exactly as if she’d been drunk or drugged.
“What happened yesterday?” she demanded as soon as Zaron stepped into her room. Her tone was overly sharp, but she didn’t care. She had to get some answers before she went insane. “What did you do to me to make me forget?”
“Emily…” Her captor’s dark gaze was inscrutable as he stopped next to her. “Don’t go there, angel.
