*Layla*
I felt a rush of emotion surge through me at the sight of him–love, fear, and desperate, aching hope. But as he drew closer, I saw something in his expression that made my blood run cold.
Doubt. Suspicion. A wariness that I had never seen before. He looked at me as if he didn’t even know me.
He stopped in front of Maxim, his gaze flicking to me for the briefest of moments before settling back on the man who held me captive. I waited for him to say something, to demand my release or offer whatever price Maxim wanted.
But instead, he turned to me, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs.
"Are you Marco's spy?" he asked bluntly, no emotion in his voice. "Were you working with him all along, playing me for a fool?"