Jaxx's Point Of View
She was gone.
The door clicked shut behind her with a soft, almost mocking finality, and still, I didn’t move. My eyes stayed glued to that spot. That one damn spot where she’d just been standing. Like if I stared hard enough, she might reappear, maybe say something else that would cut me, tease me, tempt me, destroy me.
Elena.
Her name rolled through my mind like a thunderclap, sharp and heavy, shaking loose everything I thought I’d buried. Everything I pretended didn’t matter anymore.
But it did.
She did.
A slow, dangerous smirk twisted my lips, not the charming kind. No, this one was hollow, crooked, bitter… soaked in a dark kind of satisfaction. The kind that coils in your gut and tells you something's coming. Something ugly.
She hated me.
Fucking hell, sh
