Chapter 37 The Fourth Secret

• My breath hitched, caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat. Lachlan stood in the doorway, his grey eyes stormier than any of the clouds I'd seen in the hurricane we'd just been through. The light from the porthole behind him made him glow like a vengeful god. The gentle rocking of the yacht, once a soothing lullaby, now made me sway unsteadily on my feet. My stomach churned.
• “Lachlan,” I managed, my voice a mere tremor. The laptop screen glowed behind me, the blinking cursor damning me. My mind raced, scrambling for an explanation, a justification, anything to bridge the chasm that had suddenly opened between us.
• He took a slow, deliberate step into the room, the click of his shoes against the polished wood floor echoing in the sudden, heavy silence. He didn't speak, didn't break eye contact. The air crackled with unspoken accusations, with the weight of my breach of trust.