Jaxon's POV
From where I was sitting in the far corner of the cafeteria, I could see them clearly.
Alex and Dorian.
They’d picked a table a little away from mine, but it was also close enough that I could hear their voices if I strained, but far enough that I’d have to make an effort to actually approach them, not that I planned to go anywhere near them anyway.
Instead, I sat back, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the two of them like I was tracking a threat, and maybe I was.
The moment my gaze landed on Dorian, the familiar heat crawled up my spine, subtle but sharp. Anger, disgust—I wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it was instant.
I didn’t know exactly when I’d started feeling this way about him, but after yesterday’s little stunt, it had gone from mild dislike to full-blown hatred.
