Marigold POV

I stormed into one of the thirty million guest rooms of Leon’s “totally not a mansion” vacation house, slamming the gilded door behind me. Two seconds later, the door creaked open like a horror movie villain and in stalked Gregor, all storm cloud eyes and Alpha scowl.

I spun around, arms crossing like I was about to scold a toddler.

“What is wrong with you, Gregor?”

He shut the door with a thunk that shook the chandelier. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? You just went full ...