"Why aren't you answering, Zoey? Answer my question."
Alan gently caressed Zoey's fevered neck. Though his touch was soft, Zoey felt as if he could snap her neck at any moment.
Zoey tried to stop her body from trembling with fear, forcing herself to breathe again as her mind raced.
How could she answer to stay safe while keeping her identity hidden? Should she mention Francis' name?
Alan's gaze grew more dangerous, and his voice turned cold. "Kitten?"
He could tolerate her playing spy games, but he would never allow her to sleep with another man. Until he was done with her, she was his alone. If she cheated, he would destroy her and then blow her lover's brains out.
Seemingly scared by Alan's threat, Zoey hugged herself and began to sob. "I—I didn't want it to happen. I was chasing a
