AMELIA
The door shook, shrieking under Devon's fists.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my panic under control, even as it became harder each passing moment.
It's gonna be fine, I said, gripping the curling iron I'd brought a few days earlier and had had the very lucky carelessness to leave there. It was cordless, and I'd heated it to full blast - the very idea of hurting Devon, of having to defend myself against him, repulsed me, but at the same time, I couldn't ignore what he'd done, or the pheromones I felt plaguing the air, or the punches he kept throwing at the door. He was an enraged Alpha, ready for violence. I would have been an i***t not to defend myself - especially since I knew I was completely alone, that I could only rely on myself. His parents had gone out to dinner,
