Amelia couldn't quite figure out what was wrong with him this time.
But her instincts were screaming—he was pissed.
She didn't walk over. Just stood quietly beside the bed.
"If you've got something to say, just spit it out."
Simon narrowed his eyes sharply, then suddenly yanked her wrist, pulling her toward him with force.
Already low on strength, Amelia was dragged right into him, crashing hard against his chest.
He didn't let go. Instead, his arms locked tight around her waist, and then he spun her roughly, shoving her straight into the windowsill.
"Who'd you meet with?" His voice was so icy it felt like it could freeze the air.
The windowsill jabbed sharply into her back, making Amelia wince. She struggled on instinct.
But the more she pushed back, the darke
