I quickly wiped the blood from my lip and pressed my knee into Jayden's back, causing him to growl in response.
He was sprawled on his stomach on the floor beneath me, struggling to rise.
"Give!" I demanded.
"Fucker!" he spat back.
"Give," I repeated, my voice a low growl.
"I give!"
I released him and wiped my lip again on the back of my hand.
Jayden had managed to land a solid punch before I had him pinned down.
I helped him to his feet and we shook hands, then hugged.
"You only pinned me because the floor is slippery,"
Jayden grumbled.
"Sure I did," I replied, chuckling.
Jayden moved to the fridge, pulled out two beers, and popped them open. He took a long swig from one before handing me the other. That's when I noticed Davina was no longer in the kitchen.
Where had she gone
