Fighting flowed through my veins as hot as the blood that kept me alive, but stepping back into the ring...
I promised I never would again.
Did Cadence know what he was going to ask? Is that why she was so nervous?
Her words from the diner spilled into my head,she's 'fucked' if I don't go with her.They replayed over and over, clawing at my brain.
Had he threatened her?
His emotionless response to how Cadence was treated, told me he didn't give a flying fuck about his daughter. All he cared about was how I was going to fix it, and what I could do for him.
The idea coated my eyes in red, my fists balled by my sides. Opening the door, I stepped back into the bar, glancing around, expecting to see Cadence.
Shifting my eyes, I looked behind the bar, towards the back wall, but the room was vacant.
Taking a deep breath, her scent had been masked by the smell of old alcohol. Shadows filled the empty spaces as violins continued to play.
Cadence was gone.
And I was left alone with this decision.
Alone with my past.