Page 38 of Jolt's Vengeance

It’s not like the woman is mine.

I bee-line it for the ladies, shouldering past the wannabe casanovas.

As I get closer, I can see the flush on Aggie's cheeks, the way her body moves to the music.

It's intoxicating, and for a moment, I almost forget why I'm here.

But then I remember the phone, and the wild goose chase she's led me on.

Time to end this little game.

I wrap an arm around both Aggie and Sienna, pulling them close.

"C'mon, girls," I say, my voice a low rumble.

I can feel Aggie tense against me, but I don't give a shit.

I steer them away from the dance floor and into a quieter corner of the room.

Once we're away from prying eyes, I let them go and turn to face Aggie.

Her emerald eyes are blazing and it sets my blood on fire.

"Ghost," I growl, using the nickname I'd given her for her ability to slip away unnoticed. "Gimme my damn phone."

Aggie crosses her arms, her chin jutting out stubbornly. "I don't know what you're talking about, Jolt," she says, her Scottish accent more pronounced now that she's angry.

I take a step closer, invading her personal space. "Don't play dumb with me, girl. I know you took it. You texted Shiver, remember?"

"Prove it," she challenges, not backing down an inch.

Christ, she's infuriating.

And fucking gorgeous when she's riled up like this.

Sienna clears her throat, looking uncomfortable. "Uh, I think I should probably go," she says, glancing between us. "Seems like you two are in the middle of a lover's quarrel."

I hear Aggie scoff beside me. "We'd have to be lovers to have a quarrel," she retorts, her eyes never leaving mine. "And we're not."

Her words sting more than they should.

I grit my teeth, trying to ignore the way my chest tightens at her declaration.

Why the fuck do I care what she thinks we are?

"That so?" I ask, my voice dangerously low. "Then why'd you take my phone, Aggie? Why lead me on this little chase?"

She shrugs, but I can see the slight tremble in her hands. "Maybe I just wanted to see if you'd come after me."

Her admission hits me like a sucker punch to the gut.

I've had enough of her games.

My patience snaps like a rubber band stretched too far.

I grab her forearm, intending to drag her somewhere we can talk without an audience. "We're done here. Let's go."

But Aggie's not having it.

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