"WHAT THE HELL?!"
Kael took a full step back, arms raised, his voice steady despite the storm brewing in his dark eyes. "Hold on—"
Tila wasn't listening, her black eyes blazing with confusion and rage, her wild, dark hair a tangled halo around her flushed face.
"You pervert! What the hell did you do to us?!" she screamed, her voice raw, jagged, as she clutched the silky blanket to her chest, her breasts hidden but her body trembling.
She hurled a pillow at him, the soft thud bouncing off his shoulder.
"I'll fucking kill you, I swear to God—!"
Kael ducked as a bedside clock flew next, narrowly missing his head, clattering against the wall.
"Tila, calm down!" he barked, his tone sharp but controlled, his hands raised to fend off her fury.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" she shouted, her voice cracking, her fists clenching the blanket, her black eyes wild. "Why are we naked?! What did you—what did you—!"