Edrick’s POV
My fists slammed into the punching bag again and again, each hit harder than the last. Sweat dripped down my back, pooling on the gym floor beneath me. I wasn’t just angry. I was furious. A kind of wild rage that made my vision blur.
Not just at Alina, no.
At myself.
How could I let her in?
How could I let myself feel something that powerful?
How could I be this hurt?
“DAMN IT!” I roared, hitting the bag so hard it swung and nearly snapped off its chain.
My knuckles throbbed. My chest tightened. My breath came out in loud, ragged gasps.
She lied.
She betrayed me.
And yet… why did it hurt like someone had stabbed me clean through the heart?
I hit the bag once more, but my strength gave out. I dropped to my knees, palms flat on the cold floor, head bowed. A broken so
