Page 19 of Anger

I stand mesmerized as she continues dancing while studying me, those violet eyes slowly moving down my body and back up.

A barely-there smile graces her stunning face.

“You just going to stand there all night, or are you planning on dancing with me?”

“I can’t dance,” I confess. “Not like you anyway.”

Her smile widens. “Then why are you up here?”

Another confession, one filled with so much need that I hate to admit it.

“I want some time alone with you. In a back room, where you belong to just me for an hour.”

She takes a moment, considers it.

“I don’t usually go to the back rooms.”

“Don’t usually and never are two different things.”

My counter-argument causes the corner of her mouth to curl.

“Aren’t you the observant one? Okay. Give me five minutes, and I’ll meet you by the bar.”

Nodding my head at that, I keep my eyes trained on her and finish my beer, not bothering to step away immediately to give her space.

She never stops dancing.

Never once loses the beat.

It’s impressive and aggravating at the same time.

I want to startle her, for some reason.

Knock her off course.

Affect her in some minor way.

But given how she continues staring at me while keeping pace with the driving beat of the music, I doubt I’m able to affect her at all.

Soft laughter flies over those full lips.

“I said five minutes, Champ. The clock doesn’t start until you walk away.”

Instead of giving ground, I lean in closer. She doesn’t so much as flinch.

“Don’t tell me you’re the bossy type,” I tease.

She stares at me for a few seconds, her body swaying like a siren leading me straight to the gates of hell.

“I can be anything you want, crazy boy. The only question is whether you can afford me.”

Amélie

It’s odd he doesn’t recognize me. It’s not like this is the first time we’ve met eyes, or the second, for that matter.

The first time I remember seeing this man was when he brushed against me at the governor’s mansion. The second is when he ignited Granger’s temper for attempting to approach me before creating a warzone of Myth’s upper floor.

Then again, this could be his twin for all I know. It would make sense that he stares at me now like he’s never seen me before.

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