Willow's POV

The door slammed behind Kingston, the echo lingering in the air like a warning. Jason stood by the window, his posture tense and jaw clenched, as though he was ready to throw someone else out if need be. The room felt charged, as though an unspoken threat lingered in every corner. I watched as Kingston walked to his car, turning around severally times with a puzzled look on his face.

“What the hell was that about?” I finally asked, breaking the heavy silence. My voice ...