Amelie
My husband dragged me out of the restaurant, not caring there were so many eyes on us and that people were whispering. He jerked open the car door and unceremoniously pushed me in that passenger seat. I watched as he rounded the car, even through the windshield I could see how angry he was. His jaw tight, eyes blazing, he looked close to murderous. And I have no doubt he’d have killed Simon if given the chance, and if I hadn’t stopped him. He slammed the driver side door as he slid in. I watched his fingers curl into fists, and then he slammed his fist down on the steering wheel. A gasp tore through my throat and I made a grab for his hands. His knuckles were already swollen and bruised and now they were dotted with blood. “Raph—”
I didn’t finish his name when his gaze skidded to
