Poppy's POV

　　The air is thick with tension. My breaths come in shallow gasps, reflecting the erratic rhythm of my heart as I watch him pace the length of the grand hall, his boots thudding against the cold stone floor. Nathan's anger rolls off him in waves. His jaw clenches, sharp and unforgiving, as he rakes a hand through his dark hair.

　　"Poppy, tell me again," he demands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine- not of fear, but a twisted ...