“Sounds beautiful,” I commented. “I would love to see it.” “See what?” My shoulders tensed at Nicolas’s deep voice behind my back. “My cabin in Colorado,” Christian responded, while I said, “None of your business,” at the same time. “You sound angry, Elena.” Nicolas’s voice was tainted with something dangerous. “Maybe you should cool off.” My brows knitted. “What? No—” I never got to finish what I had to say. Because, with one hand on my side, Nicolas pushed me into the pool.
