|Carmella|
My breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as I stared up at Theodore, struggling to find the right words, to figure out what to do next. But all I could feel was the weight of him pressing down on me, the scorching heat radiating between us, and the cold, undeniable truth hanging heavy in the air.
He wasn’t asking who I was. He was demanding to know.
My mind raced, searching for clues—some trick he had used to trap me. Was it something I said? The apology? Or was there something else I had missed? Damn it. I needed to think fast, to find a way out of this mess.
“I don’t know what you expect me to say, Theodore,” I whispered at last, yanking my wrist from his grip with more force than necessary. But he didn’t loosen his hold. The bastard had no intention of letting me go, and I
