Aria.
I slammed my palm against the locked door so hard it stung. The sound echoed back at me, mocking. My chest rose and fell with sharp breaths as I glared at the wood. “This guy is an asshole,” I muttered under my breath, groaning as I leaned my forehead against the frame.
“Kai Blackthorn, count your days. I swear…”
Pushing away, I turned back to the massive room. Every inch of it screamed arrogance, from the giant bed with the silky duvet to the glossy desk stacked with textbooks he probably never opened. I hated how much space he had, hated how quiet it was, hated how easily he thought he could just trap me here like some toy.
Frustration boiled in my chest, so I stalked to the sofa first, ripping off the cushions one by one and tossing them across the floor. The stupid jersey he
