Chapter 175
- Joaquin Latham’s scalp prickled with rage, yet his face stayed unreadable. Even furious, his expression tightened into a cold, eerie smile that made people shiver.
- He kicked Dan Funnel over, stepped across him, and strode to the bed. He scooped Zayla Steele into his arms. Blood was pouring from her wrist. In just a moment, Joaquin’s palm was stained red as he pressed on the wound.
- “Zayla Steele, I’m taking you home.”