CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ROXANNE

“What do you think you're doing?” He asked in a thunder-like voice.

My blood ran cold at the sound of his voice. I turned to see him and there he was, standing at the entrance. His eyes were blazing with an anger I had never known and in his hand was the knife I had previously used.

With a sob I backed away, almost slipping in the guard's blood. I wanted to run but I was trapped in this room and I was weak.

He didn't run. He just walked toward me, picking his steps carefully but his movements were powerful and threatening. I pinned my back...