Chapter One Hundred And Thirty One
Venessa POV
The heavy sound of my voice shouting his name seemed to slice right through the thick, suffocating tension filling the narrow hallway.
Khalid didn’t move immediately. He stood there like a massive, frozen wave of muscle and raw fury, his broad shoulders squared and his chest rising and falling in deep, jagged gasps. For a fraction of a second, his dark eyes remained locked onto Mateo, burning with a fierce, protective hostility that made my breath catch in my throat. He looked exactly like he did on the ice when an opposing player dared to skate too close to his goalie—unyielding, predatory, and completely ready to tear someone apart to defend what was his.
Slowly, almost painfully, Khalid whipped his head around to look at me.
The expres
