Naomi Hart’s brow tightened with quiet impatience.
The man standing in front of her no longer resembled the one who had once made her heart race. These days the mere sight of him drained her patience; conversation felt like an unwanted chore.
Her disgust must have been written plainly across her face, because Ethan Blackwood’s expression stiffened for a fraction of a second.
“I only want to talk,” he said, voice low.
Naomi heard him. She smoothed the frown from her features. “Fine.”
There were too many people nearby. Whatever games Ethan might try, he could not force anything here.
Relief sparked in his eyes the moment she agreed. “The corridor is empty. I’ll wait for you there.”
Naomi turned, intending to speak to Sebastian Cole, when a soft rumble sounded from Lily Blackwood’s sto
