~CHAPTER NINETY TWO~
I turn fully to face him, holding his stare. “Why am I here?” I demand, voice steady even though my pulse is hammering.
“What were you doing in his office alone with him?” His tone drops an octave, controlled but dangerous, every word edged with the weight of possession.
“So that’s it? You drag me to the middle of nowhere just to play these games?” I snap. The irritation in my voice is a shield, and I hope it’s thick enough to hide my racing heart.
“Answer the damn question, Amelia.” He turns away from me for a moment, placing his cigarette carefully on the ashtray, then leans on his desk, eyes fixed on me with that sharp, unrelenting intensity that makes my chest tighten.
“I already told you,” I say, keeping my gaze down, refusing to give him the satisfaction of
