Maria.
I turned sharply, my eyes narrowing the moment I registered the presence that had just entered the room. And then I saw her.
Galen.
A wave of disbelief mixed with irritation washed through me almost instantly.
"Why did you come back here?" I asked, my voice low and edged with anger that hadn't even begun to fade. It still burned hot inside my chest, heavy and suffocating, as if it had nowhere else to go except outward.
I didn't move from where I was, not even an inch.
I was still over Vanessa, my grip firm and unrelenting as I kept her pinned tightly to the ground. She struggled faintly beneath me, but I wasn't in the mood to loosen my hold. Not yet. My focus only shifted slightly, my attention split between Galen's sudden appearance and the fury still clouding my judgment.
In fact, I was still ready—still prepared—to land her another slap if she so much as made another sound.
