HENRY'S POV
Fuck. My head felt like it was going to split open.
I threw my gym bag roughly onto the locker room bench. My back muscles screamed in protest after hours of grueling physical conditioning. But the physical pain was nothing compared to my father's lecturing on the phone this morning. The old man's voice was still ringing in my ears, threatening to freeze all my credit cards over one petty thing: Scarlett had complained to him.
For the past two days, I had indeed been ignoring her. My mind was too preoccupied with the upcoming tournament, not to mention the immense effort it took to control my boiling temper every time I remembered that Mary was now living under the same roof as Ryder Vance.
I needed focus. But Scarlett wasn't supportive at all. She whined, bombarded my phon
