‼️Warning: This chapter contains explicit wording.
Evander's POV
The sound hit me like silver, a piercing sting that cut through the fog of my simmering rage, unraveling the thin thread I'd been clinging to. My control snapped, sharp and final, leaving me exposed to the raw surge within.
Before I even realized what I was doing, my hand slammed against the wall beside her head, the force making the wood splinter with a brittle crack that hung in the air. She flinched, her body jerking forward instinctively, the sudden closeness brushing her curves against my frame for a fleeting moment, but I caught her wrist before she could pull away, my fingers wrapping around it like a vise.
The movement wasn't gentle. It wasn't even conscious. It was instinct—pure, animal instinct, the kind that made my blood hum with a dangerous undercurrent, my body responding to her nearness in ways I couldn't ignore.
