CHAPTER 172

DARLENE

The crunch of my fingers working between my teeth snapped me out of my reverie just before the knock came on the window again and I let out a shaky gasp, allowing my eyes to adjust to the stretch of darkness outside the white-washed pane rims.

”Hey? Is that you?” I whispered, cautiously moving to the door and hanging my neck over the overhang, not at all feeling like I was peering through the hole of a guillotine that was bound to drop down at any moment.

The man had been the only one I thought to call after Alexander had dropped me off at the manor and rushed away into the darkness. The memory of our lovemaking in his car seat made me blush so hard I brought a hand to my cheeks, stumbling back to let the man fall into the cool tiles of our bedroom floor.

“Jesus fucking Christ Darlene, fancy keeping a man out in the cold do you? It's about as cold as Elsa’s fucking undergarments outside,” The copper-haired man growled, his almond-shaped eyes flashing with heat as he stretched