Rhysand.
The elevator ride down from Rain’s apartment feels like falling into hell. Each floor number ticks by slower than the last, the soft ding mocking me as the doors finally open to the lobby. I don’t wait for the doorman. I shove through the glass doors and step into the dry morning air, chest tight, fists clenched so hard my knuckles ache.
She slammed the door in my face.
After I’d stormed in here ready to burn the building down to keep her safe from whatever family emergency it was. After I watched that bald f**k with the snake tattoo leer at her like she was meat—she slammed the door. Like I was the intruder. Like I was the problem.
I tell off the guards I brought with me and pace the sidewalk outside her building, my breath coming in short, angry bursts. My phone is already i
