Allyson's POV
Michael's muscles tensed visibly, and something dangerous flickered behind his dark eyes.
He shifted his attention to Skye, who had wrapped herself in a silk robe, and delivered a look that made my blood run cold. "Go outside and wait."
Naturally, she complied like an obedient little puppet, shutting the door with unnecessary force and trapping us together.
The sheer arrogance of it stunned me.
He had the unmitigated gall to tell her to wait for him.
As if I were some unwelcome intruder disrupting their private moment.
As if I were the villain in this twisted scenario.
When he faced me again, his features had hardened into something cold and distant. "Allyson, you've crossed every line," he said, his voice carrying a warning edge before he drew a measured breath, his chest expanding as he fought for composure.
He attempted to project calm, but the facade was already crumbling. "If you refuse to be rational, perhaps we should—"
