Odessa POV

“My love, listen to me.”

“Don’t call me that!” Storm roared.

I jumped. I’d never seen him this mad before. The veins in his neck popped out. His face was beet red, and his fists were tightly clenched. I believed he might even cut himself with his nails.

“Odessa, get in the car,” he ordered.

Alera glared at me, but I wasn’t her focus anymore.

I scurried across the road and escaped to the safety of the passenger side of the car.

“How much did you hear?” Alera ...