Damien's POV
“Why would you do that, Damien?” Jaxon snaps.
He’s pacing, again, his shoes scuff against the cold marble floors of our office like he's trying to wear a hole into them.
“For the tenth time I'm saying this, you almost killed her. Are you even hearing me?”
I lean back against the desk, my arms crossed, watching him like he’s some kid throwing a tantrum.
“I’m not deaf, Jax.”
“Then why are you acting like it?” he shouts, spinning around to face me. “You threw her. Against a wall. Rory’s not some punching bag you can manhandle whenever your temper snaps.”
I feel my jaw clench. His voice is too loud, too emotional. I hate it.
“I don’t care,” I say flatly. “I don’t care if she gets hurt. Honestly, I don’t even know why I took her to the hospital.”
My voice drops lower.“Did
