EVELARA
I was stunned. Not even in my craziest dreams did I expect him to appear here out of nowhere, not after the cold shoulder he had been giving me for the past week.
He was leaning against his posh Rolls Royce across the driveway, wearing a dark coat, eyes like a storm over calm waters.
Waiting…
He straightened as I approached, every inch of him radiating controlled fury.
“You went to your ex-mate’s home,” he said quietly, not waiting for a second. His voice low yet hitting sharply directly to my bones. “Without my permission.”
My pulse jumped. At first I couldn't believe it, and the next second, all my pent-up anger stormed within me. “I didn’t need your permission to heal a child.”
His gaze sharpened. “His child.” His voice came out colder and even rougher.
