He walked toward me, Jax by his side. Dressed in jeans and a plain black T-shirt, Trent made my mouth water. My throat closed, too, making it impossible to breathe or speak.
But when Trent's gaze locked with mine, I swore I was going to collapse right there in front of everyone. His gaze was smoldering, possessive. Angry. I swallowed hard and licked my lips.
It seemed as though he moved in slow motion, each step taking him farther away from me instead of bringing him closer. I wanted to reach out to him, to call his name, anything to let him know I wanted him here with me.
Trent's eyes flashed to Isach, then back to me. I'd forgotten all about Isach. I moved to step farther away when he grabbed me around the waist and turned me to face him.