Kian's POV
The elevator doors slid shut behind me and the reflection of my face was thrown back at me in the steel. The mark on my cheek stood out instantly and I knew without a doubt that it was going to leave a bruise. I was ashamed at the sweat that tracked along my hairline and stung my eyes as I blinked it away and hit the lobby button with my knuckle.
I was furious at myself for being so weak in comparison to him. How the hell was I supposed to win her back if I couldn't even beat him in a fight?
The car dropped steadily and all I could feel was the burning shame in my cheeks, and the way that my ribs pulled each time that my chest moved. The spot where his knee had pinned me pulsed in time with the numbers lighting above the door and I felt as though I wanted to smash the
