Edge of Hatred

As Valerie shakily climbed down from the table, Desmond reached out to steady her. Ever since he said those words, she was so tense she barely moved afterward.

"Let me carry you to the bed. You might not be comfortable here," he said in a low, husky voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Valerie's face went white, and she gave him a sharp slap across the face.

Desmond grabbed her wrist, his eyes