Alexander's POV.
That dull aching in my chest did not stop, not even when she left with her bags, not even when I got onto the plane to drive back home, not even now, after I had spent over three hours in the gym, pounding my frustration away.
" You have to calm down. I know you love hitting things, but you just can't keep going around and breaking every sack we have here," the gym instructor and also, like he likes to call himself, my best friend said.
The sweat glistened on both my forehead and on my chin, dripping down to the machines that were beneath me now, my body heaving, but the ache still present.
" It's not your fu*cking job to tell me what I can and cannot do. So now, if you don't mind, please leave me alone," I said to him.
But Azriel never listened. The only thing he fig
