Evangeline’s POV:
“There had better be a damn good explanation waiting for me when I come back.”
His voice is sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade as he commands his men.
Then, without another word, he carries me back to my room.
To my cage.
I don’t look at him when he throws open the door and drops me onto the bed like I weigh nothing. I refuse to meet his eyes, refuse to acknowledge the possessive grip he still has on me.
I push myself up immediately, heart pounding, and move toward the bathroom.
But before I can take another step, his hand tightens around my elbow.
I barely have time to react before he spins me back around and shoves me onto the bed.
My breath catches as I glare up at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly. His grip on my wrist is firm and almost p
