I freeze behind the wall, my heart slamming against my ribs. Ezra’s dad— Elijah freaking Donatello — just hit him. And Ezra hit him back.
Before I can think, my feet are moving. “Stop!”
Both of them turn. Ezra’s eyes widen in a mix of shock and something that looks a lot like panic. His split lip is already swelling with blood trickling down his chin.
His eyes widen upon seeing me. “Hailey—”
Elijah looks me up and down slowly, like he’s sizing up whether I’m worth his time. Like I’m an annoying bug that just crawled into his perfect world.
“And who’s this?”
Elijah’s eyebrows lift. His tone is smooth, almost polite, but there’s ice underneath. The same ice I’ve heard from guys who think money and power makes them untouchable until they meet me.
“Leave Hailey.” Ezra says again in a ro
