Amara stumbled back a step, breathing hard. Her cheeks were flushed with anger as she stared at him in disbelief.
“Have you lost your goddamn mind?!” she shouted. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
She wiped her mouth angrily and glared at him.
“Are you insane? What kind of pervert just kisses someone like that?!”
Elias stared back at her, his own breathing rough.
Then he stepped closer again.
“It’s your fault,” he said hoarsely.
Amara looked at him like he had completely lost his mind.
“My fault?” she repeated incredulously.
“Yes.” His jaw tightened as he stared down at her. “Calling yourself my friend?”
Her face scrunched in confusion and irritation.
Elias grabbed her wrist again before she could step away.
“I am your husband,” he said firmly, every word filled with possessiveness. “And I’ll be your husband until the goddamn day I die.”
His eyes locked onto hers intensely.
“I will never be anything else to you.”
Amara looked seconds away from losing her mind.
Her entire face was flushed with anger, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she glared at him.
Then she suddenly marched toward him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and forcefully pushed him backward.
“Get out,” she snapped. “I don’t want to see you. Leave.”
She shoved at him again, trying to force him toward the door.
Elias didn’t move at first.
Every instinct inside him wanted to stay, to hold onto her no matter how angry she was, but the fury written all over her face made him stop resisting.
It was painfully clear she couldn’t bear having him there anymore.
So this time, he let her push him away.
Amara kept one hand against his chest and the other gripping his arm as she forced him toward the entrance. Elias walked backward silently, his eyes never leaving her face.
Then he stepped outside.
The second he did, Amara slammed the door shut in his face.
The sound echoed through the quiet night.
Elias stood there for a few seconds without moving.
Then, like someone moving on instinct alone, he turned and walked toward the car waiting outside.
