Chapter One: Book 2: ANGEL’S PROMISE

Emma

Rett’s grip of my waist tightened as we continued our walk into the room with the golden glow, the one they’d referred to as his front office. This room wasn’t anything like the office I’d been taken to after my abduction, the one hidden within the bowels of this mansion. This room was as if, upon leaving the foyer, we’d stepped out of current time and traveled back to the days of kings and queens, exemplified by lavish castles filled with riches.

It was a sitting room fit for royalty.

Inhaling deeply, I turned to the man at my side. In that split second, I saw only the pressed white shirt from beneath his custom tuxedo jacket covering his wide chest. I dared not to look higher, beyond the bow tie, to see his dark gaze upon me or invoke his deep tenor that would remind me again of the promise I’d made. Instead, I turned back to the room, gaping at the opulence, not as a would-be queen but perhaps as a peasant who had been mistaken for royalty.