Martin stood frozen on the porch, the warm glow of the porch light suddenly feeling mocking and harsh.
He had come here to fight for her. To make her listen. To remind her of what they once had.
But the man standing in front of him had just delivered a blow that left him reeling.
"Oh, it is really over, Voss," Caleb said, his voice low, cold, and laced with years of suppressed triumph. "By the way, she is engaged to me. She is my woman now. I don't want to ever see you near her or this apartment again."
The words hit Martin like a physical wave.
Engaged?
Fiona… engaged ...
His mind refused to process it. A sharp, disorienting shock slammed into his chest, stealing his breath. For a long second, the world tilted. His heart hammered violently against his ribs as denial surged through him like fire.
No. That can't be right.
