ead. The floral scent hit her nose, send
ning room hel
e porcelain plate, her fingers gripping the edge so
p by measured step, until she st
ius barked, pushing his chair b
e and Emma's face. She looked like she was enjoying t
mma asked softly, her voi
rward, shoving it direc
ng backward. "Emma! I.
tave. "Your favorite is jasmine cake, not r
eadingly at Dari
nd scraped the shortbread into the bin. She tossed the plate into the sink, where it shatt
grabbing her upper arm in a vice grip, his fingers
Emma warned, h
screamed from
ood floor. She had "tripped" over the leg of a c
lea sobbed, clu
lea, cradling her head. He looked up a
heaving. He raised hi
ac
er head to the side. A burning sting bloomed across her skin, aned her head b
he quickly masked it with rage. "You made me
laugh bubbled up from her
ain, trying to assert dominance,
was done
ry of his past intimidations threatened to paralyze her. But hot on its heels came a surge of long-repressed, blistering rage. She was done cower
he grabbed his wrist, pivoting her hips, and
her hip and slamme
h
ing out of his lungs. He lay there, star
crying, her mou
he stairs, her ey
ushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked down a
, Darius Hardy," Emma sai
Sophie. The child
with him," Emm
alked out the front door, le
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