Allyson's POV
Michael's gaze remained locked on Brynlee, his voice carrying an edge that made the air feel thick with tension.
"Get out," he commanded.
Brynlee's face went pale. She nodded quickly and hurried from the kitchen without looking back.
The silence that followed felt suffocating. Michael's eyes finally found mine, and the fury burning there made my stomach clench.
Before I could react, he crossed the space between us in swift, predatory steps. His hand closed around my wrist, firm enough to send electricity shooting up my arm.
"Hope you're enjoying your little vacation here," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Because it ends soon."
My breath caught. Yesterday felt like a fever dream now. He had stayed with me through the night when I was sick, his touch gentle as he cooled my fevered skin. I had foolishly believed that maybe his hatred was softening, that perhaps we could find our way back to each other.
How wrong I had been.
