Hazel’s POV
“Get out! Get out of here!”
The words ripped out of me before I could stop them. I snatched the pillow from behind my head and hurled it straight at Nicholas’s face.
It hit him square in the chest with a soft thump.
He looked like he was about to snap something back—his jaw was already tightening, eyes flashing with that cold, dangerous anger I was starting to recognize—but he didn’t say a word. He just clenched his teeth so hard a muscle jumped in his cheek, turned on his heel, and stormed out. The door slammed behind him hard enough to rattle the windows.
Good.
I didn’t want him here.
I didn’t want anyone here.
But the voice inside my head wasn’t done.
*Let me show you something cool.*
“No,” I whispered, pressing both hands to my temples. “No, no, no—stop talking in
