“Now what?” April spat as she was pushed into the kitchen, more roughly than she had been earlier.
Zander’s thunderous face came closer as he deliberately took step by menacing step towards her, closing the gap between them.
“What did you say to Demetrio?” he asked in a surprisingly even-tempered voice.
“I didn’t say anything to him,” April refused instinctively. “At least, nothing that had to do with you. I only spoke to him briefly and none of it had anything to do with you, so it’s none of your business.”
“Then why don’t you elaborate why I’m getting threatening messages, each that has to do with your safety?” he prompted.
April hesitated. “I might have dumped some stuff on Raven, but she’s my sister, so what do you expect? Whether or not she chose to relay that information to he
