Page 79 of Beyond Rosy Irish Twilight

“Marcus what?”

“We weren’t exactly that close,” she said sarcastically. “I didn’t bother asking his last name.”

I growled low in my throat at her tone. I was pissed right now, and it wasn’t helping that she was poking at me. I tapped her thigh, signaling for her to get up.

“What?”

“I have something to take care of.”

“No, you don’t,” she argued, trying to push me back onto the bed.

When she wouldn’t let me up, I shuffled to the other side and stood. My head still fucking hurt, but it was better than yesterday. She scrambled up, looking at me with fear in her eyes.

“Ash, what are you doing?”

“Taking care of business,” I said, walking over to my dresser to pull out something to wear. I was a little unsteady on my feet, but managed to grab some sweats. She tore them out of my hands and shoved them back in the drawer.

“You’re not going. Lock said you’re not allowed!” She stood between me and the dresser. The only way to get to my clothes was to physically move her, and she knew I wouldn’t do that.

“I’m the fucking boss around here.”

“You’re about to be dead, is what you are!”

I shot her a menacing glare that she only cocked her brow at. Maybe it had been a mistake to tell her who I was. Now she fucking knew without a doubt that I wouldn’t hurt her.

“Jade,” I warned her.

“Asher,” she shot back.

“You need to stop.”

“You need to get your ass back in that bed.”

“Not a fucking chance in hell.”

I ground my teeth together as she stood her ground. I clenched my fists, refusing to put my hands on her. I was angry, and I didn’t want to scare her. There was only one way around this. I turned and headed for the door in only my boxers. Fuck it, they’d all seen me in less before. This wasn’t the time to be shy.

“What are you doing?” she shouted as she realized what I was doing.

“If you’re not going to move, I’m going to have to do this my way.”

I jerked the door open and did my best impression of storming out of the room despite my head swimming. I didn’t know if it was the head injury or the anger burning in my veins, but I was stumbling all over the place.

She grabbed my arm and tried to steer me back to the room. I tore my arm from her grip and grabbed the banister, then started down the stairs.

“Lock!” she shouted. “Patrick!”

“Are you telling on me?” I asked as I took the first step.

“You bet your ass I am.”

She hurried around me and placed her body in front of mine, which really pissed me off.

“Jade, move your ass out of the way.”

“If you fall, you need something soft to land on.”

“And you think I would ever allow that to be you?”

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