[Elena's POV]

"Going somewhere, Elena?"

Noah's voice was soft, deceptively calm, but the hand that clamped around my wrist was iron.

I flinched, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I could feel the waves of low pressure radiating off him, a cold, suffocating aura that made the air around us feel thin.

"Noah, I..." My voice failed me.

I looked up into his eyes. They weren't just angry. They were icy, devoid of the warmth I had glimpsed earlier on the phone.

He looked at me ...