Iva followed.
Still quiet.
Still tense.
The elevator ride was worse.
Confined.
Charged.
Every second stretched thin, the air thick with everything they were not saying, everything waiting to explode.
The moment the penthouse door closed behind them—
It happened.
Iva barely had time to take a step inside before she felt it.
His temper.
Unleashed.
“Do you remember,” Caleb’s voice cut through the space, low and tight, each word forced through clenched teeth, “what I told you a few days ago?”
She turned slowly, her brows knitting together, her exhaustion clashing with the sudden rise of irritation.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, her tone cautious but edged.
His eyes locked onto hers, sharp and burning.
“About leaving this apartment,” he continued, stepping closer, his
