Nat Crawford could practically hear the air around him freezing.
There was still a smile on Travis Miller's face—no heavier, no lighter, holding steady at a single frequency—but his pitch-black eyes were like ink jade steeped in frost, staring at her without blinking.
Abigail Hemsworth hooked her lips, both hands clutching Travis Miller's arm as she met that face that made people go cold to the bone, and repeated herself.
"Let him go, and I'll let you sleep with me!"
"Abigail!"
Christian Harrison called out, his voice laced with shock and refusal.
But at that moment, Travis Miller's brows and eyes suddenly twitched, his gaze still locked on Abigail Hemsworth's face. He curved his lips and gave a small nod. "Okay."
He dropped that one word, then his long arm tightened abruptly around Abigail Hemsworth's slender waist, dragging her toward the apartment with a force that was absolute and domineering.
