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The cold water cascaded down her body and icy chills of frost rose up her spine. "Cold... cold...cold." She hushed a whisper, stepping away from the icy downpour. The woman turned it off and her shoulders dropped, wrapping her arms around herself. She grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her drenched frame.

Wiping her face she turned around only to freeze on her spot as all the blood drained out of her face. Her heartbeat shot to a reckless pace when her terror-stricken eyes locked with the most ominous amber pools.

No ounce of expression marred his face. Those icy pits of blazing fire appraised her drenched frame. And then she noticed it. The slight twitch of his jaw sends her heart into an overdrive of trepidation.

With hands balled into tight fists, she clenched the towel tight around her trembling form. Her breaths fastened when those murky eyes yet again set on hers.

Hatred.

"What the f*ck are you doing here?" The snarl that rips through the tightened air laces her skin with