Anastasia's POV
The house was quiet, Jayden and I had barely spoken since we got back from the training ground. My heart had been beating fast since I saw Emma throw herself at him. The way she clung to him… the way she tried to kiss him… It kept playing in my mind like a broken record.
Even though I trusted Jayden, I couldn’t stop the ache I felt in my chest. I walked to the window and looked out into the dark night. The wind was gentle, brushing against the curtains.
“Anastasia,” Jayden’s deep voice broke the silence behind me.
I turned around slowly, he stood near the doorway of the living room, his black shirt slightly unbuttoned, his hair messy like he had run his hands through it many times. His eyes, those piercing blue eyes held something that I couldn’t read.
Was it Guilt? W
