Through the door, I suddenly caught Adrian’s scent.
I didn’t know when he had gotten there, or how much he had heard.
But as long as William and I weren’t officially divorced, Adrian had no right to push that door open.
Right when the air felt like it was about to explode. A muffled groan suddenly came from the bedroom.
Not mine.
William’s.
“Are you a damn dog?!”
“Why the hell did you bite me?!”
I braced myself on the bed and sat up, my voice viciously cold:
“Get out. Now.”
“Or next time it won’t just be a bite.”
A split second before the door been pushed open, I heard footsteps retreat fast.
William yanked the door open in a fury.
Through the narrow gap, I saw him standing there, fully dressed, his head lowered as he stared at the back of his hand.
A clear, deep bite mark wa
