AZALEA’S POV
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My heart sits in my throat as my gaze flicks between Corbin and Elion. My ex mate has this killer look in his eyes. His lips are pressed into a paper thin line, looking like he’s about to explode into tiny shards and direct every piece of it at Corbin. He wipes at his nose, a small streak of blood coating his knuckles. He stares at it, then at Corbin, and then at me.
“This is what you bring into our daughter’s life?” he accuses with narrowed eyes.
“No, that’s what you bring into our daughter’s life.” I grit out. “Lyra, can you go get mommy a bottle of water from the fridge?” Lyra nods, turning and she runs. My gaze tracks her every step as she runs toward the house, and I don’t glance away until she disappears from the porch.
The tension brewed while the silence stretc
