CHAPTER FORTY ONE

Weeks passed. Clint healed. They returned to the world upstairs.

He watched her across the table at dinner—her cheeseburger special.

He didn’t know how she made them taste like they’d come right off a

restaurant grill.

Genevieve pretended to be consumed with the task of swirling a steak fry in a giant glob of ketchup on her plate.

“I’ll speak to Raffalle . He might agree to release you if I convince him you aren’t a threat to the family. And I’ll smooth things over with your boss, so you won’t have to worry about him, either. To everyone else, I’ll say we

broke off the engagement.”

Genevieve’s ring glittered in the kitchen light. Clint hadn’t insisted she wear it all the time, but she had. And every time he saw it on her hand, he became more convinced she wanted their engagement to be real.

But her happy ending came at a dark price… a price Clint felt increasingly guilty asking her to pay, no matter how much he wanted to keep her locked away in the glass room. If that night in