Krystal
The second Ryland walked away, something inside me twisted so f*****g hard I could barely breathe.
What the f**k was I doing?
His shoulders were stiff, his hands curled into fists at his sides, his entire body radiating a fury so thick I could feel it pressing against my f*****g skin. I had never seen someone so damn angry, and the worst part? I knew it was my f*****g fault.
I did this to him.
And I f*****g hated myself for it.
Travis shifted beside me, his arm still slung over my shoulders, his body warm and solid against mine. A shield. A barrier. One I f*****g needed because if there was no space between me and Ryland, I might do something stupid—like chase after him.
Travis let out a low hum, his eyes flicking toward the house where Ryland had disappeared. “Alright, wha
