Past Tense

NOLAN’S POV

The noise of the arena still rang in my ears long after I left it. Cheers. Applause. His name.

Kellan Kincaid.

I sat in my car for a long moment before turning the engine on, knuckles white around the steering wheel. My cheek throbbed, first from her hand, then from his. The sting wasn’t what bothered me.

It was the look in her eyes. Not fear. Not confusion.

Certainty. That was ne