Tasha whirled, startled, only to see Jayden standing there on the edge of the clearing, arms crossed, smiling like a proud mentor.
"Good job," he said with a smirk. "I knew you could do it."
Her shock twisted into disbelief, awe, then anger. "You—!"
She marched forward in annoyance, her fingers curling. "You asshole!" she seethed, striking his chest with her fist, lightning still faintly crackling..
Jayden didn't even flinch.
"You left me!" she shouted, slamming another punch into him. Again, he took it without flinching.
"How could you?!!" she screamed. Another blow landed against his chest, but his expression didn't waver, his smile only growing.
She kept swinging, her frustration pouring into each hit. "I could've died…" Her voice cracked as she finally threw her fist toward his face.
But Jayden's hand shot up, catching her fist mid-air, his grip firm. The world seemed to freeze in that heartbeat, her eyes widening as he pulled her forward—
And kissed her.
