Emily’s POV

For two seconds, the entire room went completely airless.

I scrambled to pull the heavy duvet up to my chin, my heart pounding wildly against my ribs from pure shock and humiliation.

Daniel didn't just get mad—his whole body went rigid, turning into something absolute and terrifying. He grabbed his silk robe, threw it on, and stepped off the bed in one fluid, menacing motion, his silver eyes burning with pure, murderous fury.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Daniel roared, his voice shaking the heavy glass windows.

Charlotte held up both hands, stepping back into the hallway with a sweet, innocent, coy little pout on...