Debbie
Black’s eyes were like two pieces of ice. He didn’t move from the window. He just stared at me, his chest rising and falling quickly. He looked like he was about to explode.
“Where were you, Debbie?” he asked again, gritting out the words.
I forced myself to stand tall. My heart was thumping against my ribs—partly from fear, but mostly from the adrenaline still coursing through my veins from Rex.
I could feel the wetness between my thighs and the heavy scent of Rex clinging to my skin.
I knew I smelled like him, and Black could probably smell it too.
“I told you I couldn't sleep,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “The room felt tight. I went to the gardens to get some air.”
Black walked toward me, his eyes narrowing. He stopped just inches away, his nose twitching as he
