TESSA.
I cleared my throat, my voice sharp with irritation. “Why would you leave an injured person alone in the hospital? I thought you walked out for good. I needed my phone to call for help at least.”
Jaxson didn’t answer. Not a word. His jaw ticked once, the muscle tight, eyes locked on me like he could burn the fight right out of my body. Then, without warning, he closed the distance in two strides.
“Don’t you—” The protest barely left my lips before his arms swept under me. I shoved at his chest, heat rushing to my face. “Put me down! I’m not a damn child—” But he didn’t flinch. His grip only tightened as he carried me back to the bed like I weighed nothing, my struggles doing nothing but feeding the storm in his eyes.
He set me down on the bed, his grip firm on my arm when I trie
