(Kai's POV)
The door slammed behind me, the sound ricocheting down the gigantic marble hall.
I ran barefooted, it was instinct.
I see a big yelling man, the first thought through my head will always be how to put a great deal of distance between me and him.
The cold hard floor bit into my soles, until I screeched to a stop near the grand staircase.
My chest rising and falling in quick succession but it was not the running that stole my breath—it's the shattered look in Jack's eyes before he yelled at me.
The way his voice cracked on "Get out," like he was begging himself, not me.
Coward. He yelled and you ran.
The memory of earlier hit me —a sucker punch to the ribs.
You ran. Did the very thing Lala did.
The opposite of what he did for me today in that blasted Gala.
Jack sat silent in that car today, steady as stone, while I swung at him, my fist grazed his jaw, and he just… took it.
He stayed. Even when I was feral. Even when I hurt him. He stayed with me.
