Chapter 150

• Gemma wasn’t sure if her hands were still trembling because of what happened at the mixer or because Derek hadn’t let go of her since.
• They stood just inside the door of her hotel suite, the lights still dimmed from earlier, her clutch tossed somewhere on the floor from when he all but carried her out of the ballroom. His jacket was stained with someone else’s blood. His shirt slightly torn.
• And yet… the only thing she could focus on was the wild way he was still breathing. Like he wasn’t done. Like the man back at the mixer hadn’t taken enough hits to bleed out the fury building in him.