I didn't even need to turn around.
I felt him before I saw him the shift in the air, the way the men immediately stiffened, the weight of his presence pressing against my spine.
I forced myself to turn slowly
Alex walked down the hallway like he was carved from ice and danger, perfectly buttoned shirt, sleeves already rolled up, hair slightly damp like he'd just come from a shower. His jaw was locked. His eyes on me. Only me.
The aura around him was lethal control.
And the men felt i
They lowered their heads instantly.
My lips parted, but nothing came out.
He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I felt the heat from his body.
"I…just wanted coffee," I murmured.
His eyes dragged over my forehead. He noticed the swelling immediately, the faint dried blood I thought I'd cleaned. His jaw flexed so hard I heard his teeth grind.
He didn't touch me.
He didn't need to.
His fury was a living thing.
