Jonah’s P.O.V

My eyes followed her every move, tension rippling through my body.

With each strained repetition, my lips pressed into a thin line, and my fingers twitched at my sides.

It took all of my self-control to resist the instinct to step in.

I winced slightly each time she pushed herself further, my breath hitching as I saw the exhaustion boldly etched on her face.

And when her muffled sob cut through the air, a sharp pang constricted my chest painfully.

I swallowed hard, a lump forming in my throat as I fought the urge to rush to her side.

Every muscle in my body ached as if I...