Bri breathed in sudden trepidation. She was surprised that she had actually believed that he would see the truth in her story and not take her back. Had she really wanted to make a knight-errant out of the infamous Mr. Adam Prestwich? Everyone knew what a cold-hearted devil he was. She knew personally what a cold-hearted devil he was. Why would he change for her? “Adam, you can’t possibly send her back there. Do you—” “Leave us, Raven,” Prestwich commanded curtly. “This doesn’t concern you.” He advanced into the room. Raven stood her ground and glared up at him defiantly. “I will not let you do it, Adam.” Adam’s hand shot out and clamped painfully on her wrist. “You will obey me in this, woman,” he bit out as he propelled her to the door. He shoved her through, closed the door, and locked it. “That was a trifle harsh, don’t you think?” Adam approached the bed. He stood next to it, his arms once again crossed over his broad chest. “Perhaps,” he admitted.
