CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE >>>
_XAVIER'S POV_
I stormed back to my room, my entire body pulsing with frustration. The moment Lisa had taken Enzo’s hand and walked past me, something inside me snapped.
I clenched my jaw so hard it ached, my fists tightening at my sides as I forced myself to keep moving—to not turn around and do something reckless.
She had chosen to go with him.
Fine.
Slamming my door shut behind me, I exhaled sharply and raked a hand through my hair. My emotions were a tangled mess of anger, jealousy, and something else—something I refused to name.
And that Enzo guy? I didn’t like him.
I didn’t like the way he looked at her. I didn’t like the way he protected her.
It should have been me.
I should have been the one tending to her wounds. The one touching her. The
