He had never returned his key.

I had not yet had the locks changed.

He burst inside, eyes wild, ignoring me completely, and charged straight to the dining table where my laptop sat plugged into the wall.

He seized it in both hands and slammed it down onto the hardwood floor, shattering the casing and cracking the screen into a dozen spiderwebbed pieces.

Chapter 4 — A Piece of Plastic

“You should have left things alone and stayed in your place, Freya,” he growled, standing over the wreckage, breathing hard.