Jaden stood in the doorway, his dark eyes locking onto the scene before him. His entire body was rigid, his expression cold—lethal.
Daniel’s hand was still gripping her thigh, his smirk barely fading as he turned his head toward the sudden intrusion. But for the briefest moment, a flicker of something flashed in his gaze.
Fear.
And then it was gone, replaced by his usual arrogance.
"Jaden," Daniel drawled, releasing Anna with a casualness that sent a fresh wave of rage through her. "This isn’t what it looks like."
Jaden didn’t respond.
He didn’t need to.
Anna could see it—the storm brewing behind his dark eyes, the barely contained fury simmering beneath the surface of his eerily calm demeanor.
She’d seen Jaden angry before.
But this—
This was something else.
His slow, measured
