Julian had initially planned to avoid her altogether, but the tone in her voiceso dismissive, as if completely indifferent to his returngave him pause. His brow furrowed slightly.

He stepped closer, his gaze roaming boldly over her, unapologetic in its intent. This is my house, he said, his voice low but firm. Ill come and go as I please.

Charlotte flinched instinctively, taking a half-step back, but he moved faster, catching her and pulling her against him with an ...