Julian strode into Charlottes bedroom, only to catch her mid-action, tilting her head back to swallow a pill.

Caught off guard, Charlotte instinctively hid the bottle behind her.

What are you concealing? His sharp gaze riveted on her, his tone an ice-edged demand as he closed the distance between them and grasped her wrist.

The grip was painful enough to make her wince. Let go of me, she hissed, her voice strained.

Is it you? Are you ...