She jerked backward but before she could slide backward, Cyrus grabbed her wrist in a tight grip. His icy stare held her in place. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at him pleadingly. He wasn't moved if anything he felt aroused by her helplessness. She stood rigid as he started undoing his breach.
But before he could open it completely, the door to his carriage swung open. Her head snapped in the direction of the door only to find Elijah standing outside looking at them. There was a flicker of shock in his eyes before his expression changed to impassive. She was beyond relief for his intervention not realising what Elijah had construed.
" We are at the market," Elijah stated and turned around, not sparing a single glance. The constant flicking in his jaw was the only
