Faye Vaughn looked up and found herself staring into a pair of black eyes as deep as the ocean.
The man's handsome face was impassive as he stared at her, his expression cold and detached. He applied a bit of pressure with his arm, helping her to her feet.
"Why are you here…?" Faye Vaughn's voice was weak, and it sounded as if she had a guilty conscience.
"Then where should I be?" Wyatt Hawthorne retorted with cool sarcasm. "Running around everywhere looking for you like a headless chicken?"
Faye Vaughn pressed her lips together. She felt dizzy, and her mouth was parched. Her hands instinctively tightened on Wyatt Hawthorne's arms, but her gaze went past him, looking toward the hallway.
There was no sign of Liam Linden.
'With his keen senses and cautious nature, he must have already slipped away.'
"What are you looking at?" Wyatt Hawthorne slowly narrowed his eyes, his own gaze following hers.
