Page 139 of The Broken Note

I bristle at the memory of his hand on her arm. When I saw him touching her, I wanted to rip his jaw in two.

I’m losing my mind.

If I don’t get a handle on things, Sol and I really will come to blows.

Pulling out my phone, I send Cadey a text.

Where are you?

There’s no response.

“This girl never answers her damn phone,” I mumble.

At that moment, my screen lights up.

My heart jumps, thinking it’s Cadey.

But it’s Finn.

“What?” I growl, stalking past classrooms that are in session. Students peer out of the windows and stare at me.

No one says a word.

No teacher calls me out.

I don’t remember the last time I’ve attended a class I didn’t want to.

“Your fiancé’s waiting for you in the practice room.”

“What?” I stop short.

“She just walked in with Sol. Said she wasn’t looking for you, but she keeps glancing at the door like she’s expecting you to barge in any minute. Come and put her out of her misery.”

“I’m on my way.”

I sprint through the hallway, skidding to a stop in front of the practice room. Slapping my card against the scanner, I barrel in.

My eyes snap over the couch, the instruments, the trophy case and finally land on the girl who made me go out on a damn limb for Christa of all people.

I see Cadence’s slight smile and my heart seizes in my chest.

This girl can kill me.

It’s a real and persistent threat.

I’d rip my heart out of my own chest and offer it to her on a silver platter just to see her freaking eyes light up when I walk in the room. Just like they are now.

“Well, if it isn’t the man of the hour!” Zane approaches me with two beers in hand. He hands one to me and I grab it distractedly.

“What’s with the celebration?”

“You marked the first task off her list.” Zane points a finger at Cadence. He’s talking about the promise I made last week to help Cadey with her problems. I shake my head, but that only makes Zane grin harder. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

I scowl at him.

He laughs and takes a swig.

I drop the beer on the table and stalk over to Cadence. Eyes inquiring, she tilts her head up, but it’s not far enough. I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, squeeze it tight and yank her head back so far she almost snaps her neck.

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