I wasn’t there to protect her.
Why did I even care?
Before I knew it, I was punching the bag again—harder, and faster this time. The chain moved from side to side—but it was strong enough to still hold for now.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Dylan shooting me confused glances now and then. I was so heated, he should’ve been grateful it was the bag I was hitting, and not him.
“Dylan!”
He quickly tore his gaze away from me as one of the guys called out to him, and without a word, finally walked off.
I growled, hitting the bag even harder this time. It swayed violently in the air, almost breaking loose—and if Commander Jorn hadn’t walked in at that moment, it would’ve.
Shocked by my own strength, I took a step back, removing the straps from my hand.
I needed to control my feeli
