Page 219 of The Night Shift
Face warming, along with a few less conspicuous places, I turn around, looking away quickly, and pick up another bottle. “You know this is weird, right?”
“What is?”
I can feel his gaze. All over me. “You sitting there. Watching me break stuff.”
“But I like watching you.” His voice is light, teasing. “Adore it, actually.”
“A lame stalker joke? Really?”
He laughs, the sound almost making me smile in return. Almost. “All right, ditch the judgment, Miss I-Kill-People-For-Fun.”
With my back still facing him, I tip my chin down and smother a laugh. He’s funny sometimes. “Okay, seriously. How do I do this?”
“Just break the bottle.”
“Yes, but how? Evidently, my bottle-breaking skills weren’t up to your standards earlier, so just tell me how it’s done so that we can get the hell out of here and get something to eat.”
“Close your eyes,” he says without missing a beat.
I turn around again, frowning. “What?”
“You heard me. Face the wall and close your eyes.”
I stare off, hesitating.
“Holly,” he chides.
Ugh, fine. Turning around to face the wall, I grip the bottle by its neck and close my eyes. “Now what?”
“Now think of something that makes you angry.”
My response is immediate. “Like you?”
“Sure, but for now let’s stick to something that doesn’t make you want to take your clothes off.”
My jaw sets tight, my grip around the bottle tightening. “Anger. Got it. What’s next?”
“Now throw,” he orders.
I fling the bottle at the wall. Hard.
A loud crash. A gasp catches in my throat. I open my eyes.
“Feel good?” Theo asks.
I nod.
There are shards of glass all over the floor. I did that. I want to do it again. I pick up the next bottle and throw it at the wall. Another crash. Glass. Shattered.
My breathing gets shallow.
Another bottle. Wall. Crash. Shattered.
I go on repeating the process till I’m down to the last one. Think of something that makes you angry, Theo’s words echo inmy head. It hits me like a wave. Sudden and out of nowhere. Hard and bad, hurting me from the inside all over again.
I take the bottle and fling it as hard, yelling as I do so. It crashes onto the brick surface, shards of glass flying all over the place. And oh my god, it feels fucking euphoric.
I’m unstoppable after that.
