It felt like the world stopped spinning and everything came to a screeching halt.
I wasn’t sure how long I stared at the elevator doors after they closed. A numbness had spread through me, and the feeling of a large stone sat heavy in my stomach. I was frozen, unable to move, unable to think.
The man that left me standing there after him—that was the real Atticus de Loughrey.
I knew he could be cold, harsh, but I thought I’d gotten to know him over the last month. I was dead wrong. That was the kid-gloves version, but the man I woke to was the wicked king.
A remorseless man with a dangerous tongue.
A dark ruler striking down any opponent.
I stared at my reflection in the shiny steel doors, wondering how I’d gotten there. To that exact moment.
What the f**k had I gotten myself into?
