Adam stared down at Naya's hand on his shirt, his eyes narrowing as he watched Naya's knuckles turn white from the force of her grip.
He felt a strange sense of déjà vu washing over him. He already knew that Noah possessed a temper that could rival a storm, but he hadn't realized that Noah's friends were cut from the exact same cloth.
It made him wonder, with a flick of weary amusement, if every single person in Noah's inner circle was this relentlessly stubborn.
There was a fire in Naya's eyes that reminded him far too much of the man he was currently desperate to find.
Standing just a few feet away, Xavier was equally stunned.
He had seen many people crumble or stammer in the presence of Adam, yet here was this girl, barely half Adam's size, holding him hostage by his own combat suit jacket.
A slow, appreciative smirk spread across Xavier's face. He leaned back against the car, crossing his arms as he looked Naya up and down.
