Chapter 95

• Darla’s breath was shallow, her pulse hammering as she stood in the dimly lit study. The weight of Brayden’s stare pressed down on her, suffocating and unyielding.
• The man before her wasn’t the Brayden she had seduced, the man she had wrapped around her little finger in the past. No, this man was a different beast entirely—a predator who had caught the scent of a rat.
• Her mind raced for a way out. Lies, excuses—something to get her out of this mess. She forced a shaky smile, masking the panic rising in her chest.