When I refused to grant him the dignity of an answer, his face turned a dangerous shade of crimson, and he screamed my name so loudly the windows seemed to rattle.

“Mira!”

“I’m done taking your shit, Mason. So get lost.”

I slammed my palm against his chest, shoving him back with every ounce of my remaining strength before sliding smoothly into the plush leather interior of the car. Thomas didn’t give him a chance to recover; he cast one cold, dismissive glance at my furious ex-husband, got into the driver’s seat, and pulled away from the curb, leaving Mason standing in a cloud of exhaust.

I leaned my head...