Vivienne murmured involuntarily, as if affirming something.

Cyrus's temper flared in his chest like a wildfire.

Snatching the cup from her hand, he swept her into his arms and signaled to his bodyguard to wheel them upstairs.

Once in the room, he ignored the light switch and immediately pinned her to the bed with his towering frame.

"Marek..." In her confused state, she thought she heard someone utter Marek's name.

She meant to curse, but her dry throat stifled ...