(Adrian’s POV)

“Damnit, Naya…” My voice came out harsher than I meant, cutting through the ringing silence after her phone smashed into the wall. I crossed the room in three strides, my pulse pounding in my ears. “What the hell was that supposed to fix?”

She was standing in the center of the living room, chest rising and falling too fast, her cheeks flushed, her hair loose and wild from where she’d run her hands through it. The broken glass at her feet from earlier still glittered ...