Seraphina Quinn was completely stunned.
She stared blankly at the man who had appeared before her, his face impossibly grim.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but for a moment, she didn't know what to say—or what she could possibly explain.
She lowered her head as droplets of water from her long hair trickled down her cheeks. Her silence only fueled the fury already raging inside Damian Fairchild, making him even angrier.
But he knew this was exactly the moment he needed to control himself.
He took a deep breath, released Seraphina Quinn's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Get dressed first. We'll talk later."
Seraphina Quinn pressed her lips together, then looked up at his incredibly grim, handsome face. She hesitated. "Talk about what? You... you're marrying Lorelai York tomorrow. Tonight is your pre-wedding banquet. You... shouldn't be here."
His chest was so full of surging rage that it heaved visibly, and his sharp eyes were terrifyingly bloodshot.
