Curran moved. One moment I was standing and then I was in the hallway, my feet in the empty air. He’d clamped his hands on my shoulders and lifted me to his face. His voice was glacial. “One thing. I asked you to do one thing.” He was really pissed off. I would’ve preferred it if he’d roared. “I’m sorry.” Something thudded against the front door. “You gave me your word and you broke it.” “Yes. I’m sorry. I had no choice. I was trying to save Rowena.” He opened his mouth. “Reckless, stupid, wrong, broke your trust, I’m sorry,” I told him. “Don’t be mad at me.”
