Chapter 47

• I glared at him. I wished nothing but for my glare to kill him right now. He was a nightmare! Why did Gwyneth have to go out? Now of all time?
• I didn't want to speak with him. Not after those dreams, I had of him last night. My brain tells me to run far away from this man, his appearance screamed nothing but danger.
• His smell was intoxicating, attractive and seductive. "What do you mean, we weren't talking about anything," I said.