My face burned hotter than ever, my teeth clenched in frustration. "I do not!" I snapped, my voice trembling with the mix of indignation and something I refused to admit—desire.
"Marry me, and you'll be able to look at it whenever you want," Elliot said smoothly, that low, commanding tone of his carrying the weight of a pack Alpha.
"I don't want to look at it!" I shouted, the flush on my cheeks spreading like wildfire. How could one man be so impossibly confident, so impossibly in control of everything—even me?
He gave me a meaningful smile that made my pulse spike, then pulled open the door and left, leaving a silence that pressed against me like the edge of a hunting ground. Alone on the couch, I sank into the emptiness, my mind still reeling from the imprint of the blue screen of death on his lips. The warmth lingered on my skin, a traitorous memory of him. That scoundrel, that Alpha—he had promised he'd behave.
