Elena's Point Of View
“And where do you think you’re coming from, Elena?”
His voice froze me mid-step, sharp and dripping with authority, that same cold entitlement that used to send a shiver through me… not the good kind.
I turned slowly, hand still on the staircase railing. Graham stood a few feet away, in a grey shirt rolled up to his elbows and black slacks, like he’d just come from a photo shoot for 'Controlling Husbands Monthly'. His jaw was clenched, a glass of scotch dangling from his fingers. The veins on his arm bulged like he was barely holding it together.
I raised a brow, brushing my fingers through my hair, still slightly tousled from the wind and Jaxx’s intoxicating proximity earlier. “Is that how you greet your wife now? With an interrogation?”
He took a slow step forw
