The doors seal the room from the suffocating storm raging outside. But in the corridor, a different kind of violence unfolds.Cole turns his head slowly, his lethal, terrifying gaze locking onto Lucinda, as his towering frame casts a long, menacing shadow over her. The air around him drops ten degrees, heavy and suffocating enough to make the very walls seem to close in.Lucinda, who is straightening her dress, looks up, and for a second, a flicker of panic crosses her features, but she quickly hides it behind a mask of entitlement, tilting her chin up to meet Cole's lethal glare as she crosses her arms.“Cole, you are making a grave mistake. If you listen to that—”“Do not speak her name,” Cole interrupts, his voice low. “You thought you could walk into my sanctuary, stripped, and plant yourself in my bed, and I would just accept it? You crossed a line tonight, Lucinda. A line you can never step back across.”“I was only trying to remind you of what we could have had!” Lucinda snaps,
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