NOELLE
"Azren, wait, we're going to be late. Can you not confront him now?" I croak, my voice shaky. The mere thought of seeing Haden again has me trembling in pure terror. I can barely breathe. The memory of those cruel pitch-black eyes clouds my mind, making it difficult to think. It feels like I'm on the verge of a panic attack.
"Angel?" My husband says, cupping my face. There's a slight crease between his brows now. "What's wrong?"
I bite my lower lip. "Let's just go without causing a scene. I...I can't stand Haden. He makes me sick."
I'm rambling now, desperate to make him see reasons why he shouldn't act rashly. But he's in a manic state, I worry that all of my efforts are useless.
Gently, he leans in to plant a kiss on my forehead. Then he holds me close, letting me rest my hea
