JADEN.
“You don’t read the signs, do you?” I said, stepping forward despite Kellan’s grip on my arm. My patience was hanging by a damn thread. “You really don’t get it.”
Noah took one bold step toward me, jaw set, eyes burning with a hatred he hadn’t earned.
Despite Kellan's warning to me, I was ready to start a fight here. To hell with the news. To hell with the press.
“The only one who can’t read the signs here is you,” he fired back, voice dripping with contempt. “Look at her, Jaden. Barely forty-eight hours with you and she’s already a wreck. A f*****g mess. You’re destroying her.”
I already knew he wasn’t wrong.
But he had no right to say it that way to me.
“Watch your mouth,” I warned, stepping into his space.
Kellan’s hand clamped down on my arm.
“This wasn’t the plan, J
