Mila’s POV
My breath hitched as I glared up at him, my face a mix of anger and confusion, waiting for him to say something, anything, to explain the chaos he had unleashed.
But Angel Harris didn’t speak. He just stood there, watching me with an intensity that felt almost too much to bear. His eyes, those icy grey, were stormy; they held something I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t anger or the usual icy indifference he wore like armour. No, there was something else there, something raw and vulnerable.
It rattled me.
Vulnerability?
That word echoed in my head, the absurdity of it almost choking me. Angel Harris, my boss, the man who had the power to make or break me, was vulnerable? No. He was a force, a man whose presence could make the room feel smaller, more dangerous. He was the
