Chapter 9

Dent didn't speak. He just beckoned to her. "Come here."

Sophia thought he'd calmed down. Delighted, she carried the fruit plate over. "I knew you wouldn't stay mad at me."

She set the plate on the desk and moved to sit on Dent's lap. Dent clamped down on her wrist.

"Ow! Dent, you're hurting me!...