Every head whipped toward the door.
There stood a man, disheveled and panting, his chest heaving violently as he radiated fury like a live wire.
Only then did Liora realize—it was Killian.
That bastard had actually hauled ass back from the Maldives overnight.
Rowan instinctively shoved Liora behind him, a move that sent Killian into a frenzy. In a flash, he seized Rowan's collar. "Hands off my wife!" he snarled, his voice trembling with unchecked rage.
Rowan stared at him, eyes burning like coals, ready to erupt.
Liora stepped forward, wrenching Killian's hand away from Rowan's collar. Her voice was a blade sheathed in frost. "Get your delusions treated, Killian. Your wife? We divorced two weeks ago."
Rejected again, Killian stared at his hand, laughing in anger. "Well, well. Before
