Chapter 191
The gasp that tore out of Harper was pure voltage.
It snapped through the quiet of the guest room like a live wire, sharp enough that she almost clapped a hand over her own mouth after. Ethan stood a few feet away near the dresser, cut still on, expression unreadable in the late light bleeding through the half-closed blinds. He had not raised his voice. He had not touched her. He had simply told her to strip, as if he were asking her to pass the salt.
“No,” Harper said, blinking hard. “You did not just say that.”
Ethan tilted his head a fraction, studying her the way men in his world studied problems that might still be useful.
“It seems you’re not ready for me to help you,” he said. Calm. Almost bored. “Anyway. I’ll be in the mansion until my sister returns. I have a few
