Chapter 24 Why So Defensive?

• “Elena, for the last damn time, who the hell is the father of that creep you're carrying?!” Trent bellowed, pushing down the vase next to him.
• It crashed on the floor and Elena gasped at the mess. My eyes popped, scrutinizing Elena from where I stood, making sure none of the pieces of that broken vase touched her.
• Trent would have a taste of my wrath if it did. Good thing she looked okay. Very terrified but okay.