Miklos kept Dimitra tight to his frame as they snuggled on the sofa and despite her saying she wanted to sleep, he knew from her breathing she was wide awake. She was angry. She had every right to be angry. He was working through his own rage, and he needed to get through his apology before addressing his fury with her.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?” she asked curiously, as if testing whether he was genuinely apologetic or just paying lip service to stop the fight.
“For violating your privacy. It won’t happen again. Moving forward, any concerns I have regarding your safety I will address directly with you. You frequently travel without security Dimitra and once you returned home, you continued this practice. You’ve been toying with danger, and it makes me nervous so I had your car tagged to
