Chapter 8
Rage ignited in Layne the longer he stared at Anna. Each passing second gained him another set of curious eyes. Their stares didn’t anger him as much as knowing they were waiting for his reaction. And he felt a reaction, one that made his head pound with each thump of his heart.
He questioned whether he’d heard right. That the one person he despised was here. The thought of seeing Faith, much less dealing with her, had him clenching his fist—and his jaw. The centers of his cheeks ached.
With a quick turn, he faced the fireplace, though he avoided the mirror that hung above the mantle. Even if he shut out everyone, it wouldn’t erase Anna’s words. He refused to be a part of the impending conversation until he controlled the anger smoldering within him.
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