We reached home in forty minutes and my heart was pounding as I went into the house, without saying a word to Azriel. I noticed Wyatt standing against the window alone in the dark living room. He was wearing an all-dark office outfit and he exuded power. He glanced at me coldly as I walked towards him. I stopped in front of him,
"hey," I reached my hands to touch him but he tilted his head so I shouldn't. Why was he so mad at me?
"Why did you go with him?"
His tone was cold.
"I was doing nothing at home and I insisted to go with him,"
"Where?"
"At the western border,"
Crack. A glass he was holding cracks in his hands while he didn't even flinch.
"He fucking took you to the border knowing how dangerous it is!" Wyatt yells, throwing the shuddered pieces of glass. I took his hands.
"You're bleeding," I stood up and rushed to the kitchen, asking the first servant I saw to give me a bandage and something to clean the wound with.