Jake's POV
She was trouble.
I knew it the second I saw her, dirty and slumped in Simon’s arms like she’d been dragged through hell. Even unconscious, she radiated defiance, like the universe had dropped her on my doorstep just to mess with me.
And now, she was sitting in front of me, fully awake, glaring at me like I was the one trespassing on her land.
Unbelievable.
I crossed my arms, leaning back slightly against the edge of my desk. My gaze swept over her slowly, taking in the bruises on her arms, the dried blood at her temple, the way her torn clothes clung to her too-thin frame. She looked like she was about two seconds from falling apart, but she held her chin high, her sharp eyes locked on mine.
Most people couldn’t meet my gaze for more than five seconds. But this girl? She
