It seemed like there was a live, growling creature in that room between Elliot and me.
I looked at him and saw the worry on his face, as if I mattered. Like he was mine. But I wasn't. Not anymore, and definitely not like Hayley was.
"Why do you care so much about my character, Elliot?" I questioned, my voice quiet but shaking with barely controlled rage. "We're not married." I'm not yours. So what do you care if I mess up my life?
I needed space and air, so I turned to leave. But before I could take another step, he grabbed my wrist with his hand. In the next heartbeat, he shoved me into the wall, and his huge chest kept me there. I hated that his smell, which was like woodsmoke and a storm, yet made me feel something.
I could see the inferno glowing in his golden eyes because his face was so near. He said, "I must have thought too highly of you," with a voice that was as cruel as frostbite. "You're not at all what I thought."
