AYLA
I stared at Cassian Moretti like he'd suddenly grown a horn, and I felt raw anger.
The damn bastard just had to say those words. He just fucking did.
"Get out of my house now," I ordered, an angry finger pointing to the exit.
His jaw ticked lightly, but he made no move to leave. He just stared at me with an unbothered gaze I found extremely irritating and annoying right now.
Millie and Gia were already halfway across the living room.
This was fucking going to be a long night.
"Pumpkin, can you—"
"No, Mills. It's almost midnight, and visiting hours are over."
I turned back to Cassian Moretti. His eyes held an icy calm; mine were bloodshot with rage.
"We need to talk."
I let out a short breath that sounded almost like a laugh, then bit down on my lower lip.
He clearly was not hearing me. This bloody motherfucker wasn't hearing me at all.
I released my lower lip, poked a finger into his chest, then pointed back to the exit. "I said I want you out of my home."
