Elena's POV
"Jake, did you seriously just hit a woman?"
Noah's voice was dangerously calm, like he was one second away from putting a bullet between Jake's eyes.
And for once, I wasn't focused on Jake because Noah had taken off his mask.
I had a rough idea of what he might look like. Sharp jawline. Tall, commanding presence. The kind of man who could walk through a crowd and part it without saying a word.
But seeing him up close without that mask was something else entirely.
His dark hair had the richness of roasted chestnuts, thick and just messy enough to look deliberate. His eyes were icy blue like sapphires buried in fresh snow. They were beautiful and cold in the same breath.
His nose looked like it was stolen from a Roman sculpture. The kind of bone structure that made you won
