“Jesus Christ,” he growls as his patience wears thin. “Don’t you get it, Olivia? I was trying to keep you out of this. I was trying to keep you safe.”
“Why do you even care that I’m safe?” I yell back at him.
He walks forward so fast that I find myself pressed up against the window overlooking the city.
The glass is so clear that my head spins, irrationally terrified of the height and the possibility of falling fifty stories down.
“Because you are my wife,” he snarls, forcing my attention back to his face.
“I thought marrying me was nothing more than a strategy.”
“It was precisely that,” he says unapologetically. “But that doesn’t change the fact of what you are. And when I said my vows, I meant them. I will do anything to make sure you’re safe.”
I stare at him, waiting for what I k
