*Eliza*

“I do not want or need your help, Eliza.” Jared snarled my name and pulled away from me.

My hand dropped limply at my side. “This isn’t you, Jared. What happened? Why are you acting this way?”

“What do you mean?” He glanced over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow.

“You’re so… mean… this isn’t you!”

“You’re so sure that you know who I am?”

“Of course, I know. We’re married, you’re my mate, ...