dressed.
His face was tight with irritation.
“Claire!”
I stirred.
“What is it?”
“Why are you still in bed?”
I blinked, trying to wake up.
“It’s seven, Daniel.”
“Exactly! I should have breakfast ready by now!”
I stared at him.
“I’m sorry?”
His expression darkened.
“Don’t play games with me. Get up and make breakfast.”
I sat upright.
“Daniel, we just got married. What’s going on?”
Before I could say anything else, he struck me across the face.
The sudden impact left me speechless.
My cheek burned.
For several seconds,
