Chapter 55

• The yellow light from the desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, dancing over Dane's features as his fingers traced the edges of a photograph.
• There she was, Scarlett, though she'd done everything possible to erase herself. Short, choppy black hair had replaced her flowing blond locks. Dark contact lenses masked the emerald eyes he'd once worshipped.
• Every change screamed defiance, each alteration a calculated strike targeting what she'd been.