Ryder:
I slammed the damn door behind me so hard the frame rattled.
She didn’t even flinch.
Phoenix was halfway down the hall, already stripping her soaked shirt off, the cotton clinging to her skin from the spilled drink and tears. She wasn’t crying anymore, but her silence was louder than any scream. She moved like a storm after landfall—fierce and quiet, dangerous in the aftermath. But all I saw was red.
Rome had put his hands on her. Spoken her name like he owned it. Like he knew a damn thing about her.
And she let him close enough to touch her. To bruise her.
No. No. No.
I couldn't breathe.
My knuckles were still white from not swinging. My jaw locked so tight it ached. My heart was thundering in my chest, not from fear, but from the way she looked at me right before I grabbed
