Chapter 179: Game On
Giselle went completely still.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the marks along Elias's neck, and for a moment, it was as if someone had locked her body in place.
Naomi, on the other hand, looked dumbstruck.
Wait.
So Elias really had hooked up with the doctor downstairs?
Were those Yvonne Quinn's marks?
Naomi forced the curse rising in her throat back down and suffered in silence.
She had just gained an entirely new respect for the phrase "you can't judge by appearances." Elias was one thing. He already looked like trouble wrapped in pretty skin. But Yvonne? Yvonne looked like the kind of woman who had signed a private treaty with self-restraint. Cold, distant, untouchable, all gold-rimmed glasses and professional calm.
Apparently, once the bedroom door closed, she turned feral enough to leave Elias looking like she had tried to bite through him.
Brutal.
Elias, still foggy from sleep, noticed their stares and snapped awake at once.
