Samantha
As we stepped outside the building, the cold night air bit at my skin, but that wasn’t what made me shiver. The tension radiating off Jack was suffocating, thick like smoke. His posture was rigid, his eyes dark and unreadable. Without warning, he kicked the car tire with such force that I jumped, my heart thudding in my chest.
“That bastard thinks he’s going to make it to the wedding?” Jack’s voice was low, a barely contained growl. His words felt like a knife, sharp and cutting. “Over my dead body will I sit back and watch him marry my sister.”
I froze, taken aback by the venom in his tone. This wasn’t the calm, controlled Jack I’d gotten used to. He was angry, livid, and something about the way his jaw tightened told me this wasn’t just about the wedding. There was a deeper h
