*~Leon's POV~*
was rigid, standing strong in my opinion and refusing to let her go. But she was tough—stubborn as hell.
"Leon, let me go!" she snapped, struggling against my grip.
"No."
She slapped my hands off. "If you don't let me go, I swear I'll do something I'll regret!"
"And what will you do?" I challenged.
"Please, don't make me do something I'll regret. Just let me go. It's none of your business."
"And don't you have your wife to attend to?"
"Well, thanks to you, my honeymoon has been canceled. I can't see my wife right now."
"Oh, so now you're back here with me because your wife isn't available? You remember Aurora all of a sudden? You hypocrite."
"Call me whatever you want," I growled, "but you're not going into that room."
She glanced toward the door—the one that led to where Darius was. "I'm done talking to you."
She turned her back, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Versa," she hissed.
