There had been a storm brewing around Nate ever since Rose's attackers had identified his ex as their boss. Rose admitting to having seen the woman the night they went to the opera had only made things worse. Throughout the whole ordeal, Rose had come to understand something. Nate's temper was not the usual bellowing and tantrums most people had. His rage was a cold calculating thing, like a layer of ice on water. Looking safe to walk on, but the moment you so much as touched it, the whole thing broke, dragging you down to its icy depths, never ever letting go.
That was Nate's temper, and right now it was focused on Melanie. Were it up to him he would be raining down on his ex with the full might of the Kiriakis, but Rose had put her foot down. She might not have come from a rich family, nor was she skilled in high stakes negotiations. But if there was one thing Rose knew well, it was how to deal with other women.
