Where the hell were you?"
Jaxon's voice cut like a razor through the strained atmosphere of my apartment the second I stepped inside. I had barely turned to shut the door behind me before he was standing in front of me, his green eyes blazing with anger.
I swallowed hard, still rattled from my encounter with Lauren. My hands shook as I clutched my bag tighter, trying to steady myself. "What are you doing here?" I deflected, moving past him toward the living room, but he caught my wrist, halting my movement.
"Don't do that," he said, his voice was lower but no less intense. "I asked you a question, Isabel."
I yanked my hand free, heart hammering. "You don't get to demand answers from me, Jaxon. Not anymore."
He let out a harsh breath, rubbing a hand down his face-the frustration etched
