"I'm not a visitor," I said, my voice cutting clear through the heavy room. "And I'm not asking for your permission to be here."
Nash stilled. Slowly, he turned around.
My heart did a violent, painful stutter in my chest. He looked terrible. Dark, bruised shadows hung beneath his eyes, and his jaw was covered in thick stubble. The gold in his eyes was flickering wildly, pushing against the dark brown of his irises, signaling the inner war tearing his beast apart.
When his gaze locked onto mine, his nostrils flared, and a sudden, violent shudder ran straight down his broad chest.
"Chloe," he rasped, taking one heavy step toward me before stopping himself. "You shouldn't be in here."
"I came to deliver a message," I said, stepping further into the room and pulling the folded parchment f
