Every desire, every tender moment, was abruptly extinguished as that voice pierced the silence. Elrod and I froze, ears perked, eyes fixed on the scene from the shadows.
Kiana clung to the man's arm, her grip so tight her knuckles turned ghostly white. She shook him with the fervor of a woman possessed, her eyes swimming with panic.
"No, this can't be happening," she insisted, her voice trembling. "I need to see Mr. Roberts. He promised me that spot; he can't just change his mind. I won't let him!"
The man responded, his voice a low, sarcastic rumble. He was a mountain of a man, his muscular arms a testament to his relentless workouts. He looked down at Kiana with a mixture of scorn and amusement, as if she were a mere insect.
"Oh, please," he drawled, a sneer twisting his lips. "You t
