Chapter sixteen

Selena’s pov

As I turned the key in the front door lock, a wave of unease washed over me. The house felt unusually quiet, and the tension in the air was palpable. I hesitated for a moment, trying to summon the courage to step inside. My heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of my anxious breaths. With a deep breath, I pushed the door open, and there he was.

Angel stood in the middle of the living room, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. His usually warm hazel eyes were now cold, filled with a mixture of anger and disappointment. I felt my stomach sink as I realized he had found out about my secret excursion to the party last night.

"Selena," he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "Where have you been?"

I took a tentative step forward, my eyes darting around the room, searching for any signs of forgiveness or understanding. None were to be found. "I... I went out with some friends," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Angel. I didn't think it would be