Emily’s POV

Daniel’s lips burned against mine, his hands gripping my waist so tightly I couldn't tell where my breath ended and his began.

When he finally pulled back in the quiet library, his chest was heaving, his silver eyes dark and stormy with raw emotion. He rested his forehead against mine, his large palms framing my face.

"Daniel," I whispered, my heart thumping against my ribs. "You said Adrian Cole knows about your past in London. You said he’s playing psychological games with us. What is he really holding over you?"

Daniel’s body went completely rigid. The warmth in his eyes instantly froze over, replaced by a deep, suffocating...