Annika's POV
The hallway grew painfully tense. Every instinct screamed that this was about to end badly.
Rowan slowly pushed himself back onto his feet. A smear of blood stained the corner of his mouth, yet the expression in his eyes frightened me far more than the injury. They looked empty, almost dead.
He spat a mouthful of blood onto the tiled floor before glaring at Vaughn. "You should've minded your own damn business, pretty boy."
My stomach tightened. I glanced at Vaughn. The veins along his forearms stood out beneath his skin, and his jaw was locked so tightly I thought his teeth might crack. I had seen him annoyed countless times. I had seen him be arrogant. I had seen him amused at my expense.
This was different.
He was hanging by a thread.
I hurried forward before either o
