I expected it, waited for it even. I think a part of me already knew he would come—he always had to—yet that didn’t stop my heart from betraying me, pounding so loud it echoed throughout the room.
His presence rooted me to a spot, his gaze piercing my back so much it would have combusted if I were made of a light material.
I sucked in enough breath to carry me through what could just break me, and slowly I turned, facing him.
If I had thought I had felt how angry he was, it was nothing compared to seeing how angry my actions have made him.
His face was a subtle shade of red, but his ears told me everything they needed to. They were an angry red, competing for the shade of a ripe tomato. His fingers were balled into fists, his breath coming out like the puff of a dragon.
And I was grat
