Zina's POV
Xaden stormed in, dragging Trina behind him. She looked furious, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she struggled to free herself from his grip.
"Let me go, Xaden!" Trina shrieked, yanking her arm away. "What's your problem?"
Xaden ignored her, slamming the door shut before turning to face her. His expression was cold, calculating, but there was an edge of frustration in his movements.
"What's going on?" I asked sharply, narrowing my eyes at both of them.
Xaden didn't even glance at me. Instead, he turned to Trina, his voice low but sharp. "I need to make something clear to you, Trina. This... whatever this thing was between us? It's over."
Trina blinked, her confusion quickly morphing into anger. "What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded. "Over? You can't just end things like that!"
"Oh, I can," Xaden said, his voice cold and dismissive. "And I will. I've made my decision."
