Page 65 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

One hand thrown on the back of the couch behind her, the other on her knee as his lips press against her ear.

I can see his mouthtouchingher skin from behind the red haze that overtakes my vision.

Rogue:Actually, you haven’t claimed her, have you?

Me:Where?

Rogue:She's not yours, I shouldn’t interfere.

I open IG to see if there’s any information there and see that her profile says ‘follow’ again.

She rejected my request.

My pulse pounds in my ears rendering me deaf to the outside world as I feel the frayed grip I have on my sanity crumble beneath the force of my anger.

Rogue:His hand just moved a little further up her thigh…

Me:Where the fuck is she, Rogue?

Rogue:Baroque.

I’m out of the suite before I even understand where I’m headed. The only thing I know is that the monster is going to feast tonight and Six is going to regret ever walking back into my life.

Chapter 23

Sixtine

“Hey! How’s it going?”

I turn my head slightly to look at the man with the American accent who sidles up to me at the bar. He looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t place him. I certainly don’t remember him.

He must see my confusion because he places a hand on his chest and says, “I escorted you to the ring at the fight a couple of weeks ago?” He sees the recognition light go off in my eyes and extends his hand. “Spencer.”

I put mine in his and shake it with a small laugh. “Sixtine.”

“Cool name.”

“Thanks.”

“Like the number?”

“No, the Chapel.”

“What Chapel?”

“You know what.” I say, not wanting to have the same rote conversation about the origins of my name. “It's not important.”

He nods, giving me an easy grin. “It’s funny seeing you here. Are you with friends?”

I tip my head in the direction of the VIP area behind me. “Yeah, they’re over there.”

I’m here with the girls, partly to cheer Bellamy up because she’s had no news from Rogue since he left on a business trip, but also because we wanted a fun night out.

He nods and looks for the bartender, which gives me a chance to check him out. He’s classically handsome with shaggy hair, tan skin and an easy smile. He doesn’t glare at me, curl his lips, or look like he’s trying to stab me to death with his eyes.

I should feel attracted to him or interest in getting to know him. He certainly does based on the way he looked at me ten seconds ago, but I don’t feel anything.

Not even a stir.

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