Brielle's POV
The cool air of the hallway felt like a slap to the face as I stormed out of the dining hall, my footsteps echoing against the polished floors. My chest was tight, my breathing uneven, and my hands clenched into fists at my sides.
How dare he?
How dare Jake sit there with that stupid smirk, pouring wine for that woman, leaning in close whispering in her ear like she was the only person in the room? After everything: after the kiss, the tension, the damn bond,he had the audacity to act like none of it mattered.
I shouldn’t have come to this dinner.
I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t feel anything. But my pulse was racing, and the heat in my chest wasn’t fading.
“Storming out already?”
His voice stopped me in my tracks.
Low, deep, and commanding, it rolled through the hallw
