Chloe’s pov
Nash stood up slowly from behind his heavy oak desk, his broad frame rigid, his tall shadow cutting across the carpet.
Before he could even speak, the door opened further, and Wylie guided Tabitha into the main office.
Tabitha looked tiny, wrapped in an oversized woolen blanket that trailed along the floorboards. She trembled violently, her head bowed low, dark curls falling forward to hide her face. But the edge of the blanket slipped at her collar, exposing the soft skin of her neck.
Tabitha looked tiny, wrapped in a oversized woolen blanket that trailed on the floorboards. She trembled violently, her head bowed low, dark curls falling forward to hide her face. But the blanket slipped just enough at her collar, exposing the soft, pale skin of her neck.
Right there, resti
