April's pov
The loud bang of the door crashing open shattered the silence like a gunshot. I flinched, startled, and turned toward the sound just as Alexander stormed into the room. Anger clung to him like a second skin raw, palpable, crackling in the air like lightning.
I was soaked to the bone, my clothes clinging cold and heavy against my skin. My teeth chattered uncontrollably, the dampness digging deep into my bones. But the moment his eyes found me it changed to fierce, furious, unreadable. A strange heat bloomed in my chest. Not desire. No, not that. It was something worse. Shame. Rage. Hurt.
His stare said everything he didn’t say aloud that, he despised me, regretted every thread that bound us together.
He didn’t speak at first. He just looked around the room until he found me
