[Elijah]
"Be my slave for two weeks. No complaints, no shortcuts. Then I’ll consider it.”
Hazel’s words still scorched my throat hotter than the scotch I was throwing back. I slammed the glass down on the bar with such force that the sharp clink echoed like a gunshot, making James jolt upright in his seat.
“You!” I barked, jabbing a finger at him.
He instinctively leaned back, like he half-expected me to lunge across the table and throttle him.
“This is all your damn fault.”
His eyes widened, a mixture of guilt and alarm flickering across his face.
“If you hadn’t guilt-tripped me into apologizing to her, none of this would’ve happened! Hazel Addams didn’t deserve an apology. A chameleon like her—”
“Chameleon?” James cut in, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement, as if h
