Christian’s Pov

I walked back toward my chambers, replaying the fear on her face over and over in my head. Then I remembered the knife, how she had held it out shaking like it could actually stop me, and I found myself almost laughing under my breath.

When I opened the door and stepped inside, Jennifer shot up to her feet immediately.

“You don’t have to stand every time I walk into a room,” I said.

She made a small, muffled sound, something between an apology and surprise, and sat back down on the bed.

I crossed to the couch across from her and sat, close enough that we were...