~CHAPTER NINE~
I can barely breathe.
My voice is a whisper. “Two weeks is too soon.”
“It’s perfect,” he replies. “Long enough for you to calm down… short enough to remind you this isn’t a negotiation.”
He reaches out, smoothing a strand of hair behind my ear—a gesture so intimate it makes my stomach twist.
“Be ready when I come,” he murmurs.
Then he taps the door gently.
“You can go now.”
I step out of the car on shaky legs, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst.
As the car pulls away, I stand there in front of the hotel, unable to move.
Two weeks.
In two weeks, I’m supposed to marry a man who just murdered someone in front of me.
And somehow…
this nightmare is only beginning.
I didn’t go straight to my room.
My body was too restless, too wired, too full of
