Chapter 4

Her burned hand throbbed, but before she could respond, Lance was towering over her, his eyes glinting with a fury he was barely holding back.

"Where did you put the photo from my wallet?"

She blinked, startled, instinctively trying to push past him—but he pressed forward, forcing her back into a corner. The pain in her hand sharpened; she bit back a gasp and answered quietly,

"I put it in the photo album. It's in the cabinet."

The moment the words left her lips, Lance turned on his heel and strode upstairs.

He didn't spare her injured hand a single…