Lennox's POV
I stormed through the corridor, fists clenched at my sides. Rage pulsed through every inch of me like a wildfire I couldn't put out.
I didn't know his name—but I could feel him. On her. In her words. In the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about him. Whoever he was, he had already touched what was mine.
And I was going to find him.
I spotted Louis coming my way.
"Lennox?" he frowned, stepping toward me. "What the hell's wrong—?"
"We need to talk," I snapped, my voice cutting like ice. "Now. In my room."
I didn't wait for him to agree. Didn't care if he followed. But he did.
I walked fast, needing space to breathe but knowing I wouldn't get it until this pressure in my chest exploded. The moment we were inside my room, I slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame and turned on him.
"She said she's going to take a lover," I growled.
His face blanked, like he hadn't heard me right. "What?"
