Chapter 7
Delia swept across the patio, glaring at Nate with each step. If he realized how much she wanted to hurt him, he’d wipe that smug expression from his face, or thank God for blessing her with passive abilities. At least her gut never proved her wrong. She knew he’d try something this stupid.
Idiot.
Her instincts had warned her of chaos this morning. So had her cards when she read them last night. The Emperor crossing the Priestess. The Knight of Swords. Both indicated Nate taking his obsession to a new level. And he had. If she’d spent another second fighting through the mob outside the gate, Heaven might not be…
But she had arrived in time. Now Nate had some explaining to do.
“Don’t look at me like that, Dee.” her ex-husband grumbled.
“What? Like you’re crazy? It’s obvious
