Caleb’s P.O.V

Caroline’s grip on my wrist was firm, her fingers digging into my skin as she dragged me away from the scene. My blood was still boiling, my breaths coming out in sharp, uneven bursts. I wanted to go back, to finish what I had started—to bash Damien’s smug face into the ground until there was nothing left of that infuriating smirk. But she didn’t let me.

She pulled me into the shade, pushing through the locker room doors with a force that told me she was ...