She waited for the flare of anger that should’ve risen in her gut. Arcanthus had selected Sam from her identification file, stalked her, lied to her, and sent some of his men to keep an eye on her. None of that was okay. None of that was right. And yet…she wasn’t upset, wasn’t angry, wasn’t scared. Because Arcanthus still felt right to her. Being with him felt right.
Red flags like these are only sexy in books.
