POV: Zina
The house felt eerily quiet, like it was holding its breath. My heart pounded from what had just happened outside. Asher hugging Jared so tightly, like his little world had finally found its missing piece—it was something I couldn't get out of my head. His smile, so pure and unguarded, kept replaying in my mind, no matter how much I tried to push it away.
I shut the door behind me, leaning against it for a second to catch my breath. But peace wasn't in the cards tonight.
"Zina!"
Xaden's voice roared through the silence, sharp and thunderous.
Here we go.
He appeared in the hallway like a storm, his face twisted in fury. His shoulders were stiff, his hands clenched into fists.
"What the hell were you thinking?" he barked, pointing toward the door like Jared was still standing there. "Letting that man near Asher? Are you trying to ruin everything?"
