CHAPTER 175

Riley sat with blood drying on her upper lip, and her eyes spinned faintly from the pain. Don’s fingers pressed against the bridge of her broken nose, trying to stop the bleeding. She didn’t move or blink. She just watched him from under her lashes.

Don gave a short, humorless laugh. “You’re staring like you want me dead.”

She slapped his hand away and pushed herself up, her jaw tight with rage. “How dare you.”

Don blinked. “What?”

“You think I don’t see it?” Her voice rose. “That look in your eyes when she speaks? The way you hover around her now? What do you think you're doing?”...