Chapter Ten
Before Charley could take her next breath, Dorian blurred out of her space, the sudden absence of his touch leaving her as cold and unbalanced as his warnings.
He stood behind her now, leaning back against the side of the stone hearth, arms crossed over his chest, eyes blazing.
She had no idea what Dorian knew, but it was clear he’d uncovered something about her. Her mind raced with possibilities, but in the end, it didn’t matter.
By the time she left this room, he’d know everything. Every terrible truth.
“I f****d up, Dorian,” Charley said. “Seriously, it’s the worst mistake of my life—and it’s not even just one mistake. It’s a truckload of them, and every day I keep piling on more, and I just…God. There’s so much I need to tell you.”
“Oh, but there isn’t. You see, Charl
