Emma

My head jerks up. His question strikes me like a slap, I never saw it coming. My thoughts scrambled for balance.

“What do you want from me?” Knox repeats the question. His gray eyes pin on my face.

The atmosphere turns to a tight coil of tension, and the air feels heavy with silence.

I try to drag the words out of my mouth but my tongue glues to the roof of my mouth.

The awkward silence seems to stretch for eternity. The calm in his eyes shifts into steel.

He leans forward, every edge of control slips from his features. “I want to set things straight between us,”...