Chapter 3
Audrey’s breath burst from her lungs as Jonathan climbed the central stairs leading up to the other rooms in the Midnight Garden. He stopped only once, to demand a bedchamber, while Audrey shrieked until he smacked her arse with one hand. The blow hadn’t hurt, but the message it sent was clear—she was no longer in charge. Normally, a loss of control would terrify her, but with Jonathan, it heated her blood. It made her feel faint.
Probably because you’re hanging upside down, you silly fool. She refused to let her body betray her, not when she had vowed to stop finding Jonathan attractive.
He opened the door to the bedroom and slid the lock into place with a frightening finality before he set her down on the bed. Audrey’s breath came easier. She would recover from being carried
