Devon's eyes flicked to the door, then back to Marianne, whose face had gone as pale as the hospital's walls, her lips trembling as the reality of Serena's imminent arrival sank in. Her eyes once blazing with unbridled fury, now shimmered with a desperate, raw panic, her hands clutching the edge of his polished desk so tightly her knuckles turned white, as if it were the only thing keeping her from collapsing.
He leaned forward, his voice low and teasing, laced with a hint of menace that sent a chill racing down her spine, the air between them thick with tension.
"Well, Marianne, shall we see what Serena has to say about all this?"
