Chapter 20
Will barged into Dearne’s room without a hesitation. The door banged on the wall as he strode inside.
“Where is it?”
Dearne jumped, and the valet who had been attending him stared.
“That will be all,” Dearne said to the shocked servant who sidled out of the room and closed the door. Will’s heart was pounding so hard he could barely breathe, and the anger which roared through every fibre of his being swamped any sense he might have possessed.
“Where is it?” He stalked over to where Dearne stood barefoot in a nightshirt and robe, gawping at him.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Will shook the box in his face making Dearne step back. “This,” Will roared. “Give. It. Back.” Will stalked closer with every word until he was toe to toe with Dearne. “Give it back to me now.”
