Page 64 of Savage Guardian

Hawk lifted her off the ground until her toes barely touched the hardwood floor, then dragged her, wriggling and screaming obscenities, toward Fang’s bedroom, practically throwing her to the ground beside the bed.

The door slammed behind him, making her flinch, her body both burning hot and freezing cold.

Her breaths wheezing from her chest, she struggled to her feet, her heart clamoring, her head throbbing. And the look in Hawk’s eye didn’t help matters.

How was it possible to be so blazingly sexy and terrifying at the same time?

She stumbled back, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste to put space between her and the man glaring at her with such intensity, it made her bones crack.

She watched him, her chest heaving from emotion and exertion, as he stared at her, his own massive, hard chest heaving, his jaw muscles working as he ground his back teeth together, his eyes dark and narrowed on her, his nostrils flaring like a bull just before it gored you with its horns.

“Whatthe fuckwas that?” he growled, planting his hands on his hips, his fingers turning white as he gripped his own body in an effort—no doubt—to not reach out and throttle her.

She swallowed at the sight of him. Disappointment oozing through the mask of anger on his face.

But…why?

Suddenly the weight and ugliness of her whole fucked up situation pressed down on her, nearly breaking her.

Hewas mad?At her?

Fuck him!

He had no reason to be angry! He wasn’t the one humiliated in front of everyone out there! He wasn’t the one forced to sit in the shadows while someone who didn’t deserve all the attention and adoration was basking in it like a goddamn queen before her worshippers. It wasshewho’d created Aoibheal. It washerwork,herwords,hervoice that had garnered the love and loyalty and praise that hersisterwas wallowing in andruining, all the while turning her nose up at Fae. All the while making everyone think she was jealous and petty and mean. Likeshewas the bad guy.

So what if she’d been scared about what it would mean for her quiet life—the fame and popularity and all the eyes focused on her? When she’d gone along with Carrie and Jimmy’s idea to let Carrie be the face of Aoibheal, she never meant for her sister to actuallybeAoibheal. It washerheart and soul in that music. It was her thoughts and memories and emotions in the lyrics and melodies. It was her—her very essence—people were hearing, living, breathing….

And she’d never felt more cheated in her entire life.

Not even the man she had fallen in love with, had given herself to whole-heartedly, the man she was open and vulnerable with…the man she thought actually cared about her…could see past the glamour and lies to the truth.

Well, fuck that.

Seething, white hot, blistering rage flowed through her. She pinned Hawk with her eyes, pouring every single ounce of anger and hurt and pain into it.

His breath hitched, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before the cold, cruel walls slammed into place once more.

“What the actual fuck did you think you were doing out there? Why the hell would you say all of that?” he snapped, his tone one of reprimand.

Sharp agony ripped through her at his tone. He was speaking to her as if she were a spoilt, rotten child acting out. But by God, she was due some fucking acting out. It was her life that had been stolen. Her work! Everything that meant anything to her had been taken from her.

She stood there before Hawk, her body thrumming with a cocktail of despair, humiliation…and hopelessness.

Carrie had finally takenhim, too.

Hawk.

It had been inevitable. She saw it now. Carrie was everything a bad boy biker could want in a woman. Tall, gorgeous—built like a showgirl, for sin and sex. Her flirty smiles, her sensual wiles.

Fae never stood a chance. Never.

And fool, her, for thinking she ever did.

She closed her eyes against the wave of agony, forcing the chest wracking sob back down into the pit of her soul.

She wouldn’t cry in front of him.

Her tears were wasted anyway.

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