Target on My Back

POV Eden

The heavy wooden dining table shudders under the brutal force of Garrett's fist. Silverware clatters against the fine china, a sharp, metallic sound that rings in my ears long after the echo of his explosive roar fades into the corners of the room. I sit frozen in my chair, my heart hammering against my ribs, watching the raw, unadulterated fury radiating off the man sitting at the head