Hazel's Pov
I gasped and spun around.
Stormy blue eyes stared down at me—furious, wild, burning with something that looked dangerously close to fear.
Nicholas.
“Where the f**k have you been?”
His voice was low, rough, shaking at the edges—like he’d been holding it together by the thinnest thread and I’d just snapped it.
I jerked back instinctively—my shoulders hit the door with a soft thud. There was nowhere to go. He was too close. His body heat rolled off him in waves, mixing with that sharp scent that always clung to him.
I lifted my chin even though my heart was trying to hammer its way out of my chest.
“Where I go or what I do is none of your business.”
His eyes narrowed, the muscle in his jaw ticking violently as if my words had physically struck him.
“You’re my wife.”
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