Jessica's POV
The fire that blazed in his eyes now held something different. Not the empty void I had grown accustomed to, but something raw and untamed. Fury burned there, bright and consuming, like a wildfire ready to devour everything in its path.
Was the thought of being my husband truly so revolting to him?
Did the very idea disgust him beyond measure?
Most women would have retreated under such an intense stare, would have softened their approach and backed away. But I was not most women, and backing down had never been in my vocabulary.
Caleb Dolf represented everything I craved in life - danger, unpredictability, a puzzle that refused to be solved. He was a powder keg waiting to explode, and I found myself drawn to that volatile energy like a moth to flame.
"You will be my husband soon enough," I said, sliding my foot back into my discarded shoe while keeping my gaze locked on his. "Perhaps we should start practicing the role."
