Page 35 of Heart Break Her

“Yes?” she asks, at the same time resting her palm in the center of the tattooed guy’s chest in a move that basically saysscrew you. Not that I blame her when she probably just saw some chick with her tongue down my throat.

It’s the lifestyle.

I’m doing what they expect.

What she expects.

This is why Myth wanted her so far away.

“Can I see you?” I’m trying really hard to be nice and feeling it slipping.

“You’re seeing me right now,” she shoots back.

Myth’s sister.

Be nice.

Be good.

“In private.” It comes out through clenched teeth.

The guy with his arm around her looks irritated as hell, but he also isn’t saying anything. Probably because he recognizes me, and he knows if he starts shit, he’s going to be kicked out.

Cassie smirks. “I’m busy.” Her hand turns into the slightest claw that starts dragging down the guy’s chest.

I think I hear Rome whisper “shit,” but I’m not sure. It could be anyone, and it really doesn’t matter because the fuse is lit.

“Make. Fucking. Time. Then.” I’m standing on the ledge, and I have no problem dragging her over it with me if she wants to pull this crap. I’m not letting her screw whoever this random dude is just because she’s irritated with me.

Myth wouldn’t want it.

You don’t want it.

I shove the thought back down before it gets too far out.

We’re in a standoff, the whole group silently waiting for one of us to break. Being the good girl she is, Cassie finally does. She peels herself from bald dude’s arms and says, “I’ll be right back.”

Not if I have anything to say about it.

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Cassie

IfollowSebastianintoa room across the hall, and it isn’t until the door closes out the noise on the other side that I realize it’s his. A familiar suitcase is on the ground, his jacket flung over the couch.

This is not where I need to be right now.

“What do you want, Sebastian?”

He turns around and plants a hand against the door behind me, caging me against it. His honey eyes are dark and hooded as they scan mine, and I feel myself getting knocked off balance from the scent of whiskey and adrenaline.

Sebastian drags his teeth over the corner of his bottom lip like he’s thinking something over, and my heart’s thundering. His body draws closer, but he pulls away with a groan, breaking my trance.

If he had just leaned in, I would have let him. And that’s the problem.

“Want a drink?” he asks, walking over to the bar and reaching for a half empty bottle of whiskey. He pushes his shaggy dark blond hair off his forehead and starts unscrewing the top.

“A drink? You’re serious?” I narrow my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest in some kind of pathetic attempt at a barrier.

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