My husband?

Helena’s P.O.V.

“Welcome, love!”

A chilling silence descended upon the room as his words hung in the air, the massive figure of my new boss was lying on my small bed. A teasing smile appeared on his face as he clutched a pillow to his chest.

“You are late, love!”

My heart thundered, a blistering rage flared through me, like a volcano rumbling, ready to burst any minute. The fear and the threat I was feeling was now changed into anger.

I hardly suppressed my urge to tear his lips apart for that treacherous smile and hissed back at him.

“How dare you!

What are you doing in my room?”

He just raised his brow in response, challenging my self-control with a smile dancing in his amber orbs. I took a cautious step towards him; the vial of wolfs-bane was ready in my hand.

“You have ten seconds to leave, Mr. Anderson!

Otherwise, I’ll call the police.”

“It’s Carver!

My good name is Carver and I prefer to be called by my name.”

With amused expressions, he rose from his spot. I gulped