POV: ELI
The suite door had barely shut before Nora spun on him.
"Who is she?" Her accent sharpened when she was furious, each word clipped and precise. "Who is the sodding woman you're protecting, Eli? Because it isn't me."
"Lower your voice."
"Who is she!"
Eli turned to face her. He kept his voice flat and even, the way he did when he was closest to losing it. "Pack your bags, Nora. Get on the first flight out of here while I still have my patience."
"Screw your patience!" She shoved both hands into his chest, hard enough that he took a step back. "You think you can throw me away like I'm nothing? I'm not like your other women. I know you, Eli. I actually know you."
"You don't." He moved toward the door. "And if you did, you wouldn't be here right now."
"Eli!" She grabbed his arm
