CHAPTER 29
I SCRAMBLED OUT of bed and stood there, frozen, as Black stalked in my direction.
“What the hell is what? I can’t see in this light.”
In the faint glimmer from the half moon, all I could make out was the angry man striding across the room towards me. What on earth had got him so worked up? He was fine fifteen minutes ago.
He snapped on the light above my nightstand, and I blinked in the glare. Focus, Emmy. What was his damn problem?
Oh, f**k.
Fuck, f**k, f**k.
The letter. The bloody letter, the one I’d written months ago pouring out my feelings for him onto paper, something I never for one second dreamed he’d read. My heart was scrawled across that page in ink, and now he held it in his hand.
I glanced over at the balcony. What were the chances of me getting past him to
