Enzo's POV
I watched the entire scene through the lounge’s glass window.
The thick glass kept their voices from reaching me, so I couldn’t hear a word they said. But I didn’t need to. I could feel the heat of their argument from up here.
The way Jayce paced. The fury in his movements. The barely contained restraint in every gesture.
It pushed me to the edge.
I was one step away from barging downstairs and putting him in his place. Watching him loom over Brielle and yell at her made my blood boil. She didn’t seem afraid of him, yet she was bound. There was still something holding her to him. Some invisible connection she hadn’t managed to sever.
Throughout their argument, all I wanted was to walk down there and show Jayce what a real man looked like. I wanted to claim her right in fro
