The moment I stepped into my apartment, I froze.
Ash was already there.
He leaned against the wall near the door like he had been waiting all night, his massive frame blotting out half the room. His jaw was tight, his arms folded across his chest, and his eyes—God, his eyes—burned straight through me.
I swallowed hard. I should’ve expected this. Of course he’d notice. Of course he’d be angry.
“Where the hell were you?” His voice was low, sharp, almost a growl.
I shut the door behind me and kept my face blank, even though my pulse was a riot in my veins. “I went to see Reid.”
The air between us turned to glass, fragile and about to shatter.
Ash’s head snapped toward me, his brows knitting together in something that wasn’t just anger—it was betrayal, disbelief, maybe even fear. He pus
