Hazel’s POV
Calix’s eyes burned into mine, and I could feel his fury simmering just beneath the surface. "You’re not leaving my sight," he growled, stepping forward, his presence overwhelming, suffocating.
I clenched my fists at my sides, my heart racing as his words echoed in my ears. I wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact that he had found me here in the dead of night or the possessiveness in his voice that told me he wasn’t going to let this go. Not now. Not ever.
But I didn’t have time to argue. Dylan was still on the ground, trying to recover, though I could tell he was feeling the tension between us.
His wide eyes darted back and forth between Calix and me, confusion and fear flickering in his gaze. He didn’t have to ask who Calix was.
The power radiating off him, the scent of
