CLAIRE
I did not go back into my office right away.
I walked past the medical wing door as if I had somewhere else to be, even though my hands were still shaking and my pulse had not quite settled. The sound of Aiden's hand hitting the wall replayed in my mind whether I wanted it to or not. The force behind it. The way the hallway had gone quiet afterward.
He had not touched Madison.
That was what unsettled me most.
I had seen anger before. I worked with athletes, egos, pressure, and physical limits every day. But what I had seen in Aiden's eyes had not been simple anger. It had been something more contained and more dangerous, like restraint stretched too thin.
I stopped in an empty corridor and pressed my palm to the wall, forcing myself to slow my breathing. In throu
