Chapter 19-Evelyn
I couldn't move or speak. I was shocked and confused.
Because Adrian Blackthorne has just locked me in my childhood bedroom.
Even worse — with him.
He stood with his back to me for a moment —calm, composed, like the house was his and I was the intruder. Then he turned.
Slowly.
His eyes found mine yet again… and didn’t look away.
My heart lurched. “Are you insane?” I managed, keeping my voice low in case someone walked by the hall. “Open the door.”
He didn’t. He took a step forward.
“Why did you lock the door?” I demanded. I hated the slight tremor in my tone. Half with anger, half with the sudden actions.
He shrugged. “To ask you some questions without an audience.”
I stood, hands balled at my sides. “You can ask me anything in the garden, or the patio — anyw
