Hayden POV
The door slams behind me with a thunderclap echo, and my jaw is tight enough to hurt. I cannot remember the last time someone had made him this angry. Okay, maybe I can, but this is different. The emotion burns through my chest like a live wire, sharp and irrational, sparking under my ribs.
I need air … and movement. Anything that was not the suffocating quiet of the house or the echo of her voice suggesting - of all the idiotic things - that I should date Sylvia.
I take off my shirt, toss it on the grass, and take off running. The morning air bites at my cheeks, cool and sharp, and the scent of pine and wet earth grounds me as my feet pound against the dirt trail. The forest blurs around me in streaks of shadow and moonlight, my breath coming hard and fast.
I told Reeva tha
