Elena
Killian whisked me out of the building before a real scene could be caused. Our car was still parked out front, and he ushered me into the back seat, then slammed the door behind him as he climbed in after me.
“What is your problem, really?” he ground out once we were alone, dark eyes flashing with anger. “Do you feel neglected or something? Is that why you’re selling off the jewelry I gave you and flirting with other men?”
“Flirting?” I laughed out loud. “Jaxon and I weren’t flirting.”
“Is that so?” Killian folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t know about you, Elena, but when a man says that he wants to steal a woman away from her husband, that’s typically considered to be flirting.”
I pressed my lips together. Was Killian seriously jealous? After making me
