Gray’s POV

I slammed the bedroom door shut, the sound echoing through the hallway like thunder. My hands curled into fists, my pulse hammering so fast it felt like my chest might split open.

What the hell was she thinking?

Being stubborn, reckless — she thought that solved everything?

“Damn it!” I growled under my breath, pacing across the room. I ripped at my shirt buttons, the fabric pulling tight against my skin like it was suffocating me. Every movement burned with ...