RICH’S POV
The second I saw Zeke walk out of her building, something snapped in me. I didn't even wait a full minute. I was already on my way to her door. No call. No warning. I knocked once. Twice.
Then I banged.
“Ashtine,” I growled, my voice low and clipped.
She opened the door in her pajamas, startled, but that fire in her eyes? Still there.
“Rich?! What are you—”
“Why was he here?”
Her lips parted in disbelief. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Why was Zeke here?”
“Maybe because he treats me like a person, not a puppet,” she snapped, arms crossing over her chest.
I stepped closer.
“I’m not playing games with you, Maze.”
“Then stop showing up like you own me.”
Her voice trembled. Not with fear but with fury. My gaze dropped to her lips.
“Tell me to stop,” I whispered again, ste
