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Well, if it was a distraction I wanted, I was getting more than I bargained for.

Ariel, watching me just sitting there, hurries me again, clapping her hands, pushing me forward, making me get up.

While I go through my things searching for something nice to wear, I can’t help but wonder what trouble I’m letting myself in for.

Chapter 8

Chase

Six years ago

A Daughter of the Night. A Fury. A Ball of Fire.

Once, while I was at school, I read about those three goddesses of vengeance. I wasn’t sure if I was in front of one of them or the sum of all of them.

Her golden eyes blazing.

Her breaths coming hard and fast.

All that glorious ebony hair floating around her like a halo…

… but with that stupid fucking baseball bat still gripped so tightly in her delicate hands her knuckles had turned white.

“Take off your shirt, Holland. We’re gonna have some fun tonight,” she ordered.

Whoa... calm down, babe.

As interesting as those words sounded, no way did I intend to take advantage of her anger to have my fun, as she called it. Roselynn deserved so much more, and I was willing to give it.

But first things first.

“Give me that bat, Rose.”

“No!” she yelled.

“Roselynn,” I murmured as I cautiously approached her. “Just give me the bat, baby.”

“Not you as well, Chase. I’m sick of everyone treating me like a child, a little girl.” I even found her whining adorable, in fact I found everything about her totally adorable. But in no way did I see her as a child. Not in the least.

“You do realize what my brother was doing? He was cock blocking you!” she ranted.

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I’m aware of that.” Yes, he’d broken the moment, but not the magic. That powerful chemistry stilled sizzled between us. Making my blood heat. Burn.

“Well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you,” she stated.

Let it go, doll. Let me help you work off that rage in the best possible way, cos I know you’re just as desperate as I am to deal with these feelings.

“Rose, just give me the bat,” I demanded. I didn’t want to waste any more time talking about her stupid brothers and their ridiculous overprotective ways.

“Then what?”

Thank fuck my goddess was finally emerging from her river of rage.

“Then kiss me.”

Even though I’d demanded she drop the bat, I was still taken by surprise by the sound of it clattering down as she flew into my arms, almost sending us both crashing onto the hardwood floor of her dimmed apartment, as she grabbed my face to guide my lips to hers, inviting me to explore her willing mouth.