Angela's POV
"I panicked,” I said. “You showed up in the middle of the night, you looked like a burglar.”
He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp.
“A burglar?” His voice dropped, heavy with sarcasm. “This house has three layers of security. You really think someone could get through all that without setting off an alarm?”
I clenched my jaw, heat creeping up my neck.
“Fine… maybe I overreacted. I’m sorry.”
His expression didn’t soften.
He stepped closer, leaning down just enough for his breath to brush my skin.
“Consider yourself lucky I’m letting this go,” he said quietly. “But don’t expect the same next time.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving my heart racing wildly. My legs felt weak against the floor, relief tangled with fear.
He really was danger
