Sophia’s voice dripped with venom, but Nora didn’t so much as flinch.
Instead, she kept that calm, almost amused smile on her lips and looked at Charles with a teasing tilt of her head.
“Is the dog barking again, Mr. Grey? I’m sure you can hear it too.”
“You—!”
Sophia’s rage boiled over. She shot up from her seat, her heavily mascaraed eyes narrowing to slits, and lifted her hand, palm arcing toward Nora’s face.
A glint—cold, sharp, and dangerous—flashed in Nora’s eyes.
Giving in didn’t mean she was afraid. And she had already tolerated more than enough from this woman.
Sophia had been needling her for days, pushing every boundary. But patience had a limit—and Nora’s had just snapped.
Before Sophia’s slap could land, Nora’s hand shot up and caught her wrist in mid-air.
The force w
