Fiona held his gaze, and despite everything, a faint smile tugged at her mouth.
A split second later, the heavy oak door was violently kicked open!
Ivy's voice rang out, shrill with triumphant ecstasy. "Fiona! Mother knows exactly what you've done! Prepare to receive your punish..."
The words died in her throat, replaced by suffocating horror!
Her voice broke off so abruptly that the shifters crowding in behind her instinctively leaned forward to see what had stopped her. Then they saw the bed and froze.
Ivy stood rooted to the threshold, her eyes wide, disbelief draining every trace of color from her face. The man on the sofa wasn't Mateo. It was Jose!
Their clothes were rumpled, but nothing truly damning was visible. The scene was suggestive, yes, but not enough to condemn anyone
