Donald pushed Jayden away from me, his movements swift and decisive. He blocked me, using himself as a shield to protect me from Jayden's wrath. I felt a surge of gratitude towards Donald, mixed with a sense of relief. Jayden's eyes flashed with anger, and he clenched his palms into fists, gritting his teeth in frustration.

His eyes were filled with fury, and his nostrils flared as he took each step towards us. The air seemed to vibrate with his anger, and I could feel the tension building ...