Cole’s POV

The moment I walk back into Elena’s office to get my papers, my pulse is still simmering, hot under my skin, a quiet fury coiling tighter with each step. I can feel the remnants of the day, the tension, the way Elena had been caught off guard, the way Michael had dared, no, tried, to violate her space. My hands clench at my sides, my teeth grit, and I barely hear the city around me. Everything is noise, and none of it matters except the injustice that still smoulders in my mind, ...