Chapter 6: I Swear…I’ll Chop Off Your Tongue
Iris’s POV
Cade’s brows knotted in fury.
"I knocked, but you didn’t answer," I said, my voice steady, though my heart thudded loud and fast in my chest as I saw the fury in his eyes. His glare was unrelenting as it pierced coldly through the thin of my veil.
Before I could utter another word, he stormed toward me. Water dripped from his still-wet hair, trailing down his bare chest and soaking into the low-slung waistband of the towel around his waist. He looked like a handsome devil storm incarnate, half-drenched, blue-eyed, all fury. His hand shot out and yanked the photograph from my fingers, the paper slightly bent under his forceful grab but it didn’t tear.
"How dare you touch that?" he snarled. "What are you doing here?"
"I..." I began, but he didn’t let me finish.
"First, you come into my room without permission, and now you’re searching my things?"
"I wasn’t..." I stuttered, my voice catching in my throat. "I was just..."
But Cade wasn’t listening. He turned abruptly and stormed toward his dresser. He yanked open the top drawer and pulled out a thick, worn leather-bound book. His fingers were far gentler now as he tucked the photograph between the pages, shutting it with an almost reverent touch before returning the book to its place.