The Hidden Ultimatum

Without turning around, I already knew who had come in. I just stood there, frozen.

The hand I'd raised to fasten the clasp behind my neck slowly dropped down.

Alistair stepped up behind me, reaching out with calm precision to fasten the clasp—not too fast, not too slow.

His fingers inevitably brushed against my skin, the heat from his touch making my hair stand on end.

"Thank you, Mr. Kensington,