I stared up at Kaelen Thorne, his green eyes blazing with a dangerous light that made me stumble backward into my apartment. My heart hammered against my ribs so violently I wondered if he could hear it with his enhanced werewolf senses.
"You left," he growled, entering my apartment uninvited and closing the door behind him with a decisive click.
"You kidnapped me," I countered, raising my chin despite the fear coursing through my body. The space between us crackled with tension—his anger palpable, my defiance fragile but determined.
"I relocated you for your safety and comfort. There's a difference." His voice was controlled, but I could see the muscle twitching in his jaw. "You fainted, Seraphina. The doctor said you needed rest."
"The doctor you hired, you mean." My hands instinctively went to my stomach—a protective gesture that didn't escape his notice. His eyes tracked the movement, something shifting in his expression.
