Jaden stepped into the bedroom, his body still pulsing with the remnants from all the punching he did—the raw energy, the lingering anger, the sharp sting of his bruised knuckles. But none of it compared to the tightness in his chest when his gaze landed on Anna.
She was perched on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on the soft fabric of the blanket. The moment she looked up and saw him, her eyes widened in shock, and she gasped.
"Oh my God, Jaden!"
She was on her feet before he could say a word, closing the distance between them in seconds. Her hands hovered over his, her fingers trembling slightly as she took in the swollen, bleeding knuckles.
"What the hell did you do?" she demanded, her voice sharp with worry.
Jaden clenched his jaw, steeli
