Her hands trembled so badly she could barely fix the torn strap of her dress. Her fingers fumbled uselessly at the fabric, her breath shaky and uneven. But before she could even get herself together, she felt it—his eyes. Heavy, sharp, cutting straight through her.

He stood in the doorway, broad shoulders blocking out the light behind him. His arms were crossed tightly across his chest, every muscle tense, his jaw locked in stone. His gaze was like knives, piercing her soul, stripping her of ...