Andrew’s POV
The ride back to the hotel was suffocating. My fists clenched against my knees, making my knuckles white.
Every time I looked at Elena, slumped against the leather seat, blinking slowly as though she were fighting sleep, my chest tightened with fury.
Marley
That bastard had planned it. I could see it all now, the smirk, the belt, the way he dared touch what was mine. My blood boiled hotter than fire in my veins. If I hadn’t walked in when I did, he would have really dared to r**e her. He still thought this was back when we were in college, when I was still cool headed.
Elena stirred beside me, mumbling something incoherent, then giggled softly like a child. She pressed her palm against the window and leaned her forehead there, watching the city blur past.
I couldn’t sto
