“WHAT THE f**k ARE YOU DOING WITH MY WIFE, ELIJAH ?”
The words cracked through the hallway as Skye froze. Elijah didn’t.
He turned slowly, still inches from her, that lazy, smug smirk still painted across his face. His tongue swiped the corner of his mouth, tasting her air on his lips like a wolf licking blood from its teeth.
“Well, well,” Elijah murmured, eyes glinting like a sinner caught mid-prayer. “Look who finally showed up.”
Xavier stormed forward. His jaw was clenched so tight the muscles ticked beneath his stubble. His hands were curled into fists, veins bulging like they could tear through his skin.
“You’re f*****g dead!” Xavier growled.
But Elijah didn’t move. He just leaned against the wall casually, one brow arched, eyes flicking between his brother and the trembling gir
