Angelina's POV I collapsed onto Kade's chest, panting hard. His short, sharp breaths mirrored mine, until together we stopped panting and merely held each other. I felt sated and spent, and I could feel my eyes slowly drooping in sleep. "You should come inside." Kade murmured, as though he'd read my thoughts. "You're sleepy." I raised my head to look into his eyes. "But Elva is inside, is she not? What will she say when she finds me with her dad early in the morning tomorrow?" Kade's brow shot up in amusement. "Who says she'll find you here?" "What are you— Kade!" I protested. Kade had stood to his feet, lifting me into the air while I still straddled him.  "You will sleep in my bed tonight, Angel." He grunted, as he led the way inside the house. "Tomorrow morning, before your friend wakes, you'll be gone." I gave

 Angelina's POVI turned towards the sound of my mother's voice, my heart racing. Her silhouette emerged from the shadows, arms crossed, eyes narrowed with suspicion.  My mind scrambled around for a believable story. "Um, I was just... out for a walk," I stammered. "A walk?" she repeated, incredulous. "At this hour? Try again, Angelina." I bit my lip, thinking fast. "I couldn't sleep," I said, the lie coming out smoother this time. "I thought some fresh air might help clear my head." She took a step closer, the moonlight casting a stern glow on her features. "And you didn't think to tell me before you left?" I shifted uncomfortably. "I didn't want to wake you," I murmured, avoiding her piercing gaze. My mother let out a short, humorless laugh. "How considerate of you," she uttered dryly.  "And where exactly d

 Kade's POVMy hand closed in around the boy's neck, forcing him to the wall. In a corner of my mind that wasn't already hazed out by rage, I heard Angel call out my name and tell me to stop. But I was too far gone. "What do you think you're about to do?" I asked, my voice low and yet dangerous. "Step aside, man!" The college boy choked out. "How is this....any of your business?" The boy tried to throw off my hand, but I was bigger and stronger. My grip tightened, and his eyes bulged as the breath caught in his throat. I leaned into the boy's face, until we were merely inches apart. My voice was as venomous as ever as I spoke. "Touch Angel again, and I swear to God, it will be the last thing you do." The boy opened his mouth to speak, but with one swift motion, I released his neck. He staggered forward and landed on his knees, coughing and spluttering and grip