Harley’s P.O.V.
A chill ran down my spine, as now glaring at from head to toe Xander was criticizing my appearance. His shock turned into mockery as he chuckled.
“Well, well, well! Aren’t you the same pig who used to carry my name?
See, what has happened to you!”
My breath caught in my throat as Xander’s deadly smirk screamed trouble. The dread crawled up the back of my neck like the icy fingers to see him leaning at his chair.
After spending three years with him as his wife, I was very well aware that this calmness after the initial lash out was a sign of c*****e. One should run as fast as he could to save his life. However, I was stuck there, unable to move. Xander spoke with disgust.
“Here you are, serving drinks in this human dump. Why am I not surprised, Harley?”
The tray in my
