CHAPTER 24: Emily–level mad
The door slammed so hard the frame rattled. For a full second, the house descended into a stunned, vibrating silence. But the pounding in my chest remained: hot, sharp, and infuriating.
The worst part was that my pulse refused to settle down, and that irritated me even more. I raked a hand through my hair, jaw tight enough to creak.
Dax let out a long breath. “Okay,” he said slowly, “What the hell was that, man?”
What could i tell him?
I didn’t even know what was happening myself. I couldn’t explain it. And I hated unexplainable situations.
I ignored him, running a hand down my face. My pulse was still uneven. My skin still burned from her touch. And her scent, that damn soft coconut scent, with an undernote of something floral that i hadn't identified ye
