The door slammed open so hard it ricocheted off the wall, and I jumped at the sound.
Tyler stormed inside, all fury and heat, his eyes locking on Alaric like a predator catching its prey.
“The hell do you think you’re doing, k********g her like this?” he snarled.
Alaric, who’d been leaning against the kitchen counter like he owned the world, straightened slowly. His face darkened in a way that made me want to sink into the couch. “k********g? Who the hell do you think you are, busting into my house and accusing me of k********g?”
“Guys—” I tried, but Tyler was already moving toward me.
“Come on,” Tyler said, his voice dropping as he reached for my arm, gentle but firm. “Let’s get you out of here.”
“What? No.” I yanked my arm free, my pulse hammering. “That’s not why I called you.”
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