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[Nadia’s POV] Shock rolls through me as Rosco’s question echoes around us. There isn’t a hint of care in his voice, and it is so cold that it sends a chill racing down my spine. Why did he hate me so much? Why? What the hell had I done? One dumb mistake in the past, and I was his enemy. No! It had to be his f*****g wife's fault. “I was worried about you,” I say slowly, my voice shaking perfectly. “I saw what happened to the beach house on the news. How could I possibly..." “Who wants your care?” He snaps, stepping over just enough to hide Denali from view. Was he actually making it clear that he thought I would hurt her? What had that b***h told him? Narrowing my gaze, I peek around Rosco’s large body to take in the b***h standing in the doorway of her room. Her face is pale, and she