We reached home in forty minutes and my heart was pounding as I went into the house, without saying a word to Azriel. I noticed Wyatt standing against the window alone in the dark living room. He was wearing an all-dark office outfit and he exuded power. He glanced at me coldly as I walked towards him. I stopped in front of him,
"hey," I reached my hands to touch him but he tilted his head so I shouldn't. Why was he so mad at me?
"Why did you go with him?"
His tone was cold.
"I was doing nothing at home and I insisted to go with him,"
"Where?"
"At the western border,"
Crack. A glass he was holding cracks in his hands while he didn't even flinch.
"He f*****g took you to the border knowing how dangerous it is!" Wyatt yells, throwing the shuddered pieces of gla
