Claire's POV
Chaos erupted the moment Theo appeared in the doorway. One second, Dave was pressing me into the mattress, his weight suffocating, his intentions horrifyingly clear. The next, he was being hurled across the room with such force that the drywall cracked where his body connected with it.
Theo pulled me away from the bed, his movements surprisingly gentle despite the murderous rage radiating from him. The moment I caught his scent, my wildly racing heart began to settle, recognizing safety even as my mind struggled to process what was happening.
His expression was terrifying—I'd never seen him like this before. Gone was the composed CEO, the man of careful control and measured responses. In his place stood a predator, eyes black with rage, features transformed by a wra
