trode onto the terrace. He stopped in front of Chloe, h
I wouldn't treat you like that." He gestured vaguely back toward the ballr
alculated kindness-it was all too much. She should have said no. She should have walked awa
think about
a no. It was enough. Vincent's
did J
e terrace, his face a thunderous mask of fury. He had seen it
all the air out of the space. He grabbed Chloe's wrist, his fingers
gle word laden with a chill
's unvented rage. He stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumped in his c
message from Judah. A scr
ines. His gaze flickered to Chloe, a new, ugly suspicion dawning in his
rm broke. He threw his phone onto the glass coffee table.
e word was a
one at home, but a second test, taken in a moment of mid-morning panic in the office restroom, had been her undoing.
And the lie ha
ple at the office really this bored?" She looked from the phone back to him, her expression a careful perform
t a dismissal. It was exactly how the poised, u
omposure was that convincing. But then his
were practically falling into Vincent Dubois's arms." He was connecting dot
, snapped something inside her. The fear, the humiliation, the he
der than she had ever raised it to him. "I'm sick of it! I'm sick of
speaks to me like I'm a human being! So what if I'm considering h
ealousy, using it as a s
wor
ent him over the edge. With a guttural roar of fury, he slamm
rom hers, his eyes blazing with
that
s rage with a cold, defiant cal
ushed himself off the wall and took a step back, the hea
t. "You want a new 'environment' so badly? You ca
r, his eyes lik
in the morning. I don't want to see
trode into his study, slamming the heavy door behind him. The sound
en. And she was utter
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