Chapter 153
- Proserpina
- I swallowed hard, my face turning pale as I met my husband’s eyes. He had the look of a man who was doing his best to control his temper. His thick fists were clenched tight as he held himself rigidly.
- ‘Wife,’ he growled,’ I want to talk to Schwartz.’ And as I opened my mouth to speak, he said, his voice a roar,