Chapter 27
Elena Perched on the edge of my bed, peering out the window at the melting snow, wondering how on God’s green earth am I going to get through tomorrow, the bedroom door suddenly barges open. It doesn’t even frazzle me. I knew it would happen – busting through doors is his signature move. “Old habits die hard it seems,” I mumble just loud enough so he can hear. “I don’t know what you mean,” the trespasser growls – it’s enough for me to turn around and see him standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. His stare is boiling as I can almost feel my skin burn under the blistering gaze. But I have to hold my own here and not let him see that I’m a bit intimidated; letting him see through me is not an option. Besides, he has no right to be upset about this! I stand whil
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