Not only was Elene startled by the stranger’s audacity to grab her and demand a body search, but she also felt like she was struggling for air as his ruby eyes bore into her.
She was starting to feel dizzy as she attempted to wrench her wrist from his hold, casting him a scathing glare.
“Don’t touch me!” she hissed.
“Apologies.” His smirk deepened as his grip remained the same, pulling her closer. “I assumed you would like to be cleared of these accusations once and for all.”
Elene pursed her lips tight. If she had nothing to hide, that would be it. Unfortunately, since she did, it would end in disaster if they removed her jewellery.
“We have better things to discuss—” Forrest tried to save her, changing the subject.
“Oh, no!” Cyrus grasped his last strand of hope. “Xorion Duskbourne
