Ovelia's POV
The bedroom door crashed shut behind us with a sound like a gunshot, the impact rattling the framed landscape on the wall. Ace released my wrist only to slam both palms against the plaster, his fingers curling into claws that left faint crescent marks in the white surface. His broad back rose and fell with ragged, uneven breaths that filled the silent room.
When he finally turned, the fury in his gray eyes had banked to something far more dangerous - a smoldering intensity that made my pulse stutter beneath my skin. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the curtains caught the sweat beading along his hairline, the sharp angle of his clenched jaw.
"Explain." The word tore from his throat like gravel under wagon wheels. His knuckles whitened where they still pressed against the wall. "Now."
