Chapter 61

As the lock of the door clicked into place, the man who was supposed to be sleeping on the bed slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were cold and clear. There wasn't even a hint of drunkenness left. Reaching up, Zachary gently rubbed his brow, where Juliet had touched just now. He felt like a faint fragrance still lingered there. Picking up the towel from the bedside table, which Juliet had just used, Zachary slowly brought it to his nose. He took in a deep breath as if he were trying to inhale every last bit of her presence and etch it into his very being. "Jules…" he mumbled, his low and hoarse voice ringing out in the darkness, "You can't escape." That night, Juliet dreamed of a deep sea. But this time, it wasn't the cold seawater pulling her under. Instead, it was a fiery embrace and a pair of eyes that seemed to see right through her. … The next day, in the Intensive Care Unit at Navalton Private Hospital, Evangeline was leaning against a soft pillow as she held a freshly pe