Chapter 36 A Sweet Dream to Begin With

I burst into the room. Where was she? Why would she leave? Unless…she remembered what happened between us in Port Bayton?

I sank onto the edge of her bed, gripping the sheets in my fists. Her faint scent of jasmine lingered on the fabric. That was when I noticed the terrace door was slightly ajar.

Dread knotted my stomach. Or was she kidnapped and in danger again?

I bolted to the door and flung it open, then let out a sigh of relief, laughing at myself for my overreaction. There she was, reclined on the terrace lounge chair with her back to me, her dark hair spilling over the cushion.

However, the relief was short-lived as my irritation took hold of me.

What was she thinking, getting out of bed when I specifically told her not to? I strode over, ready to unleash a tirade on her reckless behavior, but when I saw her face, the words died on my lips.