ELARA
Jeremy jumped to his feet, helping me up in one quick motion. We barely had time to fix ourselves before the door burst open— slamming hard against the wall.
My breath caught in my throat.
Hardin?
For a split second, I couldn't even move. How the hell did he find us here?
His eyes locked on mine instantly, wild and furious, the kind of rage that came from worry, frustration, and something else I couldn't place. Then, without a word, he crossed the room in a few long strides and grabbed my wrist, yanking me toward the door like Jeremy didn't exist in the room.
"What the hell are you doing?" I snapped, wrenching my hand free and stepping back from him.
"Taking you home," he growled, his voice low and rough. His nostrils flared, his eyes burning like he was barely holding himself together.
I glanced back at Jeremy, expecting him to step in or say something, just anything, but he just stood there, frozen. Guilt flickered across his face like it was his second shadow.
