The sound of heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway made everyone turn toward the entrance. Miranda felt her heart hammering against her ribcage as the tension in the room intensified.
Nolan.
He stood in the doorway, his imposing frame blocking the light from the hall. His dark eyes scanned the room like a predator assessing its prey. The muscles in his jaw worked beneath his skin, and his hands were balled into tight fists at his sides.
This wasn't just anger. This was pure, unbridled rage.
The room fell into a stunned silence as everyone stared at the newcomer who had just crashed their family intervention.
"Well, shit," Miranda muttered under her breath. She was going to murder him. Her glare said everything her lips didn't.
Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his seat and cleared his throat. "What the hell are you doing here?"
