[Trent’s POV]
I stand outside of the club, nursing a bruised ego and a bruised cheek. Why was I even still here when I knew that I wasn't wanted? Probably because I refused to just give up.
Sighing, I look toward the door as patrons slowly trickle out one by one. Not much longer now. Soon, Gabby would be emerging. It was getting late, and it was clear that the club was closing, so I just had to wait a little longer, and then...
Then what? What the hell did I even plan on doing? Chances were, the minute she saw me, she would slam that damned wall into place once more. When Rachelle said that she built up a shell of ice around herself, she wasn’t kidding.
Letting out a frustrated breath, I consider leaving and coming up with a different game plan, but before I can fully settle on defeat,
