Chapter 52 He Was Losing Her

• Xavier crashed through the door to James’s studio with more brute force than finesse. Knocking the splintered wood out of the way, he strode into the open-plan space. It was still as trashed as the first time he’d seen it, but instead of the smell of drying clay, the smell of blood and fear crawled into his nostrils.
• A bellow of rage exploded from his throat and he launched himself across the studio, following the distinctive feminine scent that hung in the air.
• Annette’s scent.