Chapter 37
“What the hell was that about?” he asked. Her saviour lifted her chin and forced her to look up at him. “Hana. What happened?”
Hana opened her eyes and gasped. Her feet scrabbled against the rug and he snatched hold of her wrists to prevent her falling backwards through the glass coffee table. “Get away from me!” she hissed, yanking one hand free and trying to break his grip on the other. “Leave me alone, Tama!”
He released her. The simple movement of his fingers opening sent Hana sideways instead, the sofa cushion coming up to meet her at speed and jarring her back. Instead of walking away, Tama sat down next to her, trapping her as surely as Vik’s mistress had. “Are you okay?” he asked, his tone soft.
“You’re wearing Michael’s shirt.” The sentence confused her as it wasn’t
