"Why am I in your damn room, Dennis?" I jammed my hand against my hip, glaring hard at him. "What's the deal?"
He lifted his head, shaking it slowly. "Why are you back, Alice?"
He was calm, too calm, and that infuriated me even more. "Again, I ask, how is it your freaking business?"
He took a step closer, and I backed away instantly, looking away, refusing to meet his gaze. "It's dangerous here for you, Alice. Freaking dangerous."
"And why do you care? I'm not your mate, remember?" My lips slanted in contempt.
"Because I don't want you dead!"
I stared at him in disbelief. "You're despicable, Dennis, and you disgust me. After hurting me, you don't have the right to act this way." I gritted my teeth, pushing back the tears that were threatening to spill down my face.
He glanced down a
