"Does that answer mean anything to you?" I looked into his green eyes. His masculine aura was aggressive in the dark.
"You show up in my room, and then Arthur says you're his fiancee." Frade stares at me. "You better tell the truth."
One of his hands was pressed against my neck, and I could feel the heat and power of his palm. Everything is so familiar, but I must hold down my boiling blood. My heart can't beat for him anymore. The wound that had just been stitched up could not withstand another tear.
"Tell me, how did you get into my room? Were you checking to see if I was dead for your fiance?"
My heart felt like it was being splashed with cold water. He thought I was going to the hospital to make sure he was dead. What a ridiculous question. His words shattered the illusions I had i
