Nash’s pov
I kept my grip on Chloe’s wrist, my thumb pressing hard against her fast, thudding pulse.
Her body was pressed right against mine, her small frame rigid with an anger that burned straight through the cold air of the suite.
I looked down at her face, her dark eyes sharp, her lips parted on a ragged breath, her jaw set in defiance.
Every instinct in my body screamed at me to pull her closer, to wrap both arms around her waist and lock her in this room until she stopped talking about leaving. The thought of her packing her trunks, walking out those front gates, and returning to Twilight made a wild, feral rage spike low in my gut.
And that was the part tearing me to pieces.
I turned my head slightly, looking toward the closed doors of the inner bedchamber where Tabitha was r
