CLAY'S POV
"Who's Teddy?" Everett’s voice boomed from behind Anyta, with calm possessiveness.
I felt the muscles in my face tauten in a split second.
But I recovered quickly, seeing how dumbfounded Anyta looked.
I pushed past her and stepped into the foyer.
"You’ve got to be kidding me,” I turned to face her. “What is he doing here?”
Anyta licked her bottom lip nervously. “I told you…”
"I could ask you the same thing, Banner,” Everett snarled, cutting her off.
My hands curled into fists at my sides. "Actually, I don't think I have to ask.” I sneered, enjoying the way Everett's eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You can't just accept that she doesn't want you anymore, can you?”
I scoffed. “That's why you put those wounds on yourself so she can feel sorry for you instead.”
“Clay his woun
