Braelyn's POV
He was mad, I could feel him tremble with rage. Maybe that's why I wanted to provoke him.
Lucien was seriously nuts in the head to provoke Raphael so openly. His grip was tight on my wrist like he was scared to let go. He didn't look at me, not even once and I didn't bother calling out for him.
He pushed the door to our bedroom open then pulled me in before slamming the door shut.
"What do you think you are doing Raphael?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice calm despite fury burning in me.
I wondered if he was jealous. That would be ridiculous. From the way he hissed every time he moved his free hand, I knew he was injured.
Honestly, a part of me, out of instinct, wanted to rush to his side and ask about it. That was what I would normally do but I didn't while fully knowing he was mad.
I had deliberately stayed by Lucien's side.
