[Elena's POV]
"Going somewhere, Elena?"
Noah's voice was soft, deceptively calm, but the hand that clamped around my wrist was iron.
I flinched, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I could feel the waves of low pressure radiating off him—a cold, suffocating aura that made the air around us feel thin.
"Noah, I..." My voice failed me.
I looked up into his eyes. They weren't just angry. They were icy, devoid of the warmth I had glimpsed earlier on the phone.
He looked at me like I was a puzzle he was tired of trying to solve and was ready to just break instead.
"I told you I was coming," he hissed, leaning in close, his breath brushing my ear. "I told you to stay put. And yet, here you are, waving at a taxi like a fugitive."
He glanced down at my other hand, which
