The words poured out of Jayden like a dam bursting under unbearable pressure—a relentless, raw tirade of profound exasperation, terrified concern, and deeply wounded male pride. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as the silence fell again. Han stayed completely quiet on the line, wisely letting Jayden vent every ounce of poison brewing inside his head. The raw, bleeding emotion in Jayden's usually controlled voice was terrifyingly palpable; Han could practically picture the tight, pale, agitated expression etched across his friend's face, the vein pulsing dangerously at his temple.
