Brett's strides fastened along the hallway towards their room without a single glance over his back.
"We aren't done talking, you piece of shit!"
Eva yelled, chasing after him, only for the bedroom door to slam shut in her face before pure rage surged through her veins. She pushed the door with enough force and got in. Brett had just taken his wallet from his trousers back pocket and thrown the dresser back in the wardrobe. He turned, but Eva stood at his front like a storm he couldn't outrun.
His smoldering gaze locked onto hers as he tried to calm himself.
"Move."
His voice was cold and dangerous before Eva laughed bitterly.
"Since you and Drussella want to speak so badly with each other," she snarled, jabbing a finger at him. "You can tell her about Fiona, but don't ever think of talking about Fallyn after all you had always taken them to her when they were little."
"For crying out loud, Eva, we are not together anymore."
