The woman seemed to understand it wasn’t a request. She nodded, gave me a worried look, then tugged her daughter from the room. I stood inhumanly still and prayed that a sinkhole might open and swallow all of Manhattan. Anything to escape Torin’s wounded stare.
“Why, Storm?” His chill penetrated my clothes and sank deep into my bones.
I slid off the glasses with my trembling fingers.
I was so damn scared that I couldn’t string words together. My lips parted, then shut. What was I supposed to do? What did I tell him? I couldn’t see a way out without telling him the truth, but that terrified me. Would he become enraged? Would he try to hurt me?
Growing impatient with me, Tor pushed again. “You so afraid to tell me you were married that you’d rather leave?”
“What? No, I … that’s irreleva
