Elena's POV
"Stop touching me!"
Zander's voice sounded like gravel grinding together.
His large hands gripped my waist so hard I thought he might actually snap my bones.
I could feel the chaos in his breathing—he was barely holding back his own instincts.
Finally, like he'd made a split-second decision, he shoved me with everything he had.
"Get away from me!"
I was hurled to the other side of the bed, rolling until I hit the corner.
The impact against the wall sent a jolt of pain through my back, finally snapping me out of the haze.
"I'm saying it one more time!"
Zander stood by the bed, his golden pupils narrowed into slits, burning with a mix of fury and something else I couldn't quite name.
"We stick to the deal. No more physical contact. Period!"
That was the bucket of ice
