Caden doesn’t say a word as he storms through the hall, his hand wrapped tightly around mine, jaw clenched so hard I’m surprised his teeth don’t shatter. But I don’t need words—not with him. His fury is a livewire under my skin, echoing through the bond so loudly I’m gasping on it.
By the time the door slams shut behind us, I feel like I’m burning alive with his rage—our rage. The lock clicks, sealing us in, and then I’m shoved up against the door, breath knocked from my lungs as his body crashes into mine.
His hands pin mine high above my head. His eyes burn into mine like he’s staring through me—no, into me. His possessiveness wraps around my ribs like iron, and I swear I feel my own heart beat in time with his.
“You are mine,” he growls, low and guttural. “Do you hear me, Baylee? Min
