Elena’s POV
The photographs hit the desk with a sharp slap.
My eyes darted down.
And there I was. Grainy but clear enough—the pictures showed me stepping out of Dennis’s apartment, hair messy from the rain, his hand brushing my shoulder as he held out his jacket. And last of all, one of us almost kissing.
My stomach flipped.
I jerked my gaze back up, but Dax was already staring at me, his jaw clenched tight, a muscle twitching like he was one breath away from snapping.
“Do you want to explain this?” His voice was low, deadly calm, but his eyes… his eyes burned.
I reached for the photos, but he slammed his palm flat on them, pinning them to the desk.
“No,” he bit out. “You’re going to explain it to me.”
My mouth went dry. I forced myself to swallow.
“I wasn’t
