The air grew thick with electricity.
Alessandro didn't just stop at the doorway.
He advanced slowly behind me, and before I could even register what he was doing, he placed a broad, possessive hand over my rounded belly, the other sliding to my hip, pulling me slightly back against his chest.
— Ezran, he said, his voice calm but razor-sharp.
I felt my breath hitch.
This was a power play.
A silent warning.
Ezran straightened slightly, his gaze lingering on Alessandro's hand resting over my stomach.
Over his baby.
I saw the subtle clench of his jaw.
— I want to speak to her alone.
His voice was steady but tense.
Alessandro let out a low chuckle, his thumb slowly stroking my hip before trailing down my arm, his hand finding mine and intertwining our fingers with deliberate slowness.
— You're in my house, Ezran. He emphasized each word, his voice slow, menacing. And here, I make the rules.