Chapter 17 Bedchamber Encounter

COLE CURSED FURIOUSLY under his breath, turned, and marched towards Emily at a pace that almost made her drop her comb and bolt from her chair. Instead, she made herself sit there calmly and await him. The occasional quiver of her hand as she brushed her hair her only sign of agitation.

In two or three quick strides Cole got to her side and before she knew it he grabbed hold of her chair and roughly turned her around in it. The screeching sound on the hard floor was the only form of protest as a surprised Emily could barely comprehend what was going on, let alone utter a single word. Cole snatched her comb from her hand and hurled it across the room before he leaned ever so slightly, holding her prisoner in her own chair.

The poor comb crashed carelessly somewhere across the room before everything quietened down. Only then did Emily notice her own erratic breathing or the fact that there was no escape.

“Just- what -do you think you are doing in my chamber?” Cole sn