Jasmine's POV
I barely made it through the door before Christopher was on me.
"Where the hell have you been?"
I kicked off my shoes, deliberately ignoring the edge in his voice. "With Lara."
"For hours?" He stepped closer, blocking my path. "You left early this morning and it's late."
"She needed help preparing for an audition."
"You couldn't answer my calls?"
"My phone was on silent." I met his glare calmly. "Is there a problem?"
"Yes, there's a problem." His hand shot out, gripping my arm hard enough to bruise. "You're my mate. My wife. You don't get to just disappear without—"
"Let go of me."
"Not until you explain yourself."
Something inside me snapped.
"Explain myself?" I yanked my arm free, fury replacing the careful composure I'd maintained all day. "You want to talk ab
