Elena’s POV:
I squeezed my eyes shut as his breath ghosted over my face. Every nerve in my body braced for impact, for what would come next. But nothing came.
Instead, his hands withdrew from my neck and face, leaving behind a hollow kind of relief. When I dared to open my eyes, he was standing with his back to me, his body rigid with barely restrained fury. I sucked in a shaky breath.
“You know the only thing stopping me from ripping your head off is my beast.” His voice was raw, thunderous, filled with the kind of rage that made my blood run cold. He whirled back toward me, and I shrank against the wall.
I wanted to speak, to defend myself, but my throat tightened as tears slid down my cheeks. Did he truly hate me so much? Hate me enough to kill me?
“We had a little argumen
