Elijah POV
My blood boiled.
I don’t know what made me angrier - the fact that she was planning to do something so reckless, or the fact that she was hiding it. No. It was the fact that I’d sensed as much. If I were honest, I noticed the shyness around the subject- and I should’ve known why.
“I can explain,” she breathed. She looked beautiful in the light of the fireplace, her black hair shining, her skin glowing, her eyes focused on mine.
“I’m sure you can,” I snapped, shutting the book with an audible thunk. “And I’m sure you’ll think it’s an adequate excuse, and I’m sure I won’t.” I stood, pacing the floor. “Out with it then,” I snarled, tossing her a glare.
She flinched.
I stopped in my tracks.
I was locked in place by my own aggression. I was a man, sure, but I was also a wol
