AXEL
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” Vincent murmured under his breath. Tension vibrated from him as he folded his arms over his chest, the muscle ticking in his clenched jaw. For a moment, I wondered if I would be the one required to hold him back instead of the other way around. Not that I was doing any better.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the figure standing frozen in front of us. For a heartbeat, I’d thought I was hallucinating, but she was real. “Angela?”
Angela’s wide eyes blinked at the sound of her name. She looked like someone who had seen a ghost. Then something flashed in her eyes and her lips twitched at the corners as though she had been about to plaster on a smile, but then thought better of it at the last second.
Like a cornered animal, her gaze darted around
