“Lance, let go!” Fiore struggled against his grip, but his hold was like iron. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Fiore had never seen this side of Lance before. The playful, teasing demeanor was gone, replaced by a man darker and more dangerous that sent shivers down her spine. She had barely managed to tell him what she had discovered about her mother before he grabbed her arm and practically dragged her.
He remained silent as he forcefully guided Fiore through the halls of their mansion. They moved quickly, Lance’s long strides setting a brisk pace that Fiore struggled to match. She tried to ask him where they were going, why he was doing this, but every time she opened her mouth to speak, the words died in her throat, stifled by some intensity that clung to them like a veil.
