Oh god… What was wrong with her?
She swallowed, her insides were on fire, and her stomach began to churn.
He’s making me ill! Paige thought starting to panic again as her breathing became labored.
It's just the PTSD, she repeated in her head. These new symptoms had taken on a life of their own.
Lucian inhaled deeply and as his grip on her chair instantly tightened, she heard a low rumble in his chest.
Pulling back enough to meet her distraught gaze, she saw his eyes were black as coal as a satisfied smirk formed on his mouth.
“As I thought…” He purred “No… You’re not ready for that just yet, baby.” Lucian growled, releasing her chair. Taking a step back before turning, he reached for his folder and headed for the door.
Seated there in a daze, Paige almost didn’t hear him when
