Kayla
I barely felt the cold seeping through my thin nightgown as Nicholas carried me back to the house. Barely felt his arms around me. Barely even felt the warm fanning of his break across the top of my head.
Barely felt anything except for bitter desperation, regret, and frustration.
Once inside, he marched straight up the stairs, his jaw set in a hard line. He didn’t put me down until we reached our bedroom, where he deposited me on the edge of the bed before turning to slam the door shut. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot, making me flinch.
“Nicholas—”
“What the hell were you thinking?” He spun around, his golden eyes blazing with fury. “Do you have any idea what could have happened? He tried to kill you, Kayla! Three days ago, his hands were around
