Ragnor.
I was screwed.
My boots slammed hard against the tiled marble floor in the hallway leading down to my quarters while her words rang in my head over and over.
Who on earth took that picture? Were they the ones that made the elevator malfunction? Did that mean whoever took that picture had been behind Candace's panic attack?
My hands clenched into fists as I threw open the door to my bedroom, breathing harshly. I closed it behind me before storming toward the window, pacing restlessly, fighting the urge to run my hands through my hair.
My fingers curled at my sides as adrenaline pumped fiercely through my veins, guilt eating at my insides.
What would I do if my brothers — no, when, when they found out the man in that picture was me?!
It was only a matter of time at this rate. Someone had taken the picture, dammit. I had gone to wipe the camera this morning. Was that too late?
