Miranda and Elliot Lockwood are losing hope. Still no sign of their missing sons.
—New York Times, September 20, 1990
New York TimesThe sound of voices reached Sophie long before she saw the source. A soft, lighter voice, slightly husky, merged with a rich baritone one. Sophie shot a glance at Emery, who walked calmly beside her toward the door, but his hand gripped hers so tightly she thought her bones might break.
“They’re early,” he noted with surprise.
Panic swept through her. Her muscles cramped and her lungs seized.
“Oh God, I can’t do this.” She started to back away but Emery caught her by the waist with one arm, the gesture outwardly relaxed, but his hold was firm.
“Sophie, calm down, or I’ll take you back to my room and bend you over my knee…” He let the sensual threat sink
