After they stepped out of the private room, Victor Steele released Isabella's hand without warning.
The warmth vanished instantly, replaced by a chill that seemed to radiate from his back.
His expression hardened, the faint smile gone without a trace, and even someone as slow as she was at reading people could tell at a glance that he was furious.
He walked fast, his long strides carrying him down the corridor as if the place belonged to him alone.
Isabella had to quicken her steps to keep up, almost jogging behind him, afraid that if she slowed even a little, he would leave her behind without a second thought. The tension followed them like a shadow all the way to their private room.
The moment the door closed, her world spun.
Victor Steele grabbed her arm and pressed her firmly against the wall, the force of it knocking the breath out of her chest. The cold surface behind her seeped through her clothes, and her heart lurched wildly, fear and confusion tangling together.
