GELLER'S POV
I thought letting off some steam during training would make me feel better. And sure, I let off plenty of it. But instead of relief, I felt shittier than ever.
I needed to clear my head, so I headed to the woods for a run. I pushed myself harder than usual, letting the burn in my muscles distract me from the mess in my head. Hours passed before exhaustion finally forced me to stop.
When I got back home, the house was eerily quiet, but I knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. By now, Dad must have heard about the incident at the gym. I decided to head straight to my room before the storm hit.
Emory’s door cracked open as I walked by and Drake stepped out. He stopped the moment he saw me; he didn’t say a word—jaw hard, eyes smoldering with a carefully controlled rage. He w
