As soon as Ava left the room, Ace slammed the door shut, the small, gentle smile on his face vanishing instantly. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, clenching his jaw.
"What the hell is his problem?" He snapped, pacing to and fro in the room. "Who does he think he is? Challenging me?"
He felt his blood boil, as the rage within him built up more and more as every second passed. Groaning in anger, he punched the mirror on his cupboard, shattering it instantly. Warm blood oozed from his knuckles, and he yanked his hand, causing the drops to fall on the ground. He winced as pain shot up his hand, and the anger within him abated slightly. Ace walked to the bed and sat down, holding onto his wounded hand with his free one.
"What's wrong with me?" He muttered, breathing hard. Hi
