Zoe Pierce was still fooled by Nathan Lockwood. It wasn't until she had escorted him to his room and watched him deftly shut the door that she realized she'd been tricked.
She'd never been in his cabin before. At a glance, the layout of every room was nearly identical. Only the placement of certain items was different, looking more like they were arranged by Nathan Lockwood himself.
She lifted Nathan Lockwood's arm again to take a look. Sure enough, the horrifying dark bruise was now gone, leaving the skin smooth and pale.
It had healed completely.
"Zoe," Nathan called her.
Zoe Pierce tilted her head up. It wasn't a complete surprise when he backed her against the wall. A large, slender, pale hand lifted her chin, and his thin lips invaded.
The man took a few steps forward, his long, well-defined fingers moving from her jaw to cup the back of her neck.
Her body temperature was rising, but the heat from his lips was even more intense.
He swallowed all of her saliva.
"Hah—"
