Page 201 of Anger

Two people who’ve fallen in love?

Or two damaged souls shoved together by circumstance?

He’s just some guy I’m supposed to trust…

What is there to trust when you don’t even know where you stand?

This needs to slow down.

I can’t handle the questions that are bouncing and colliding in my head.

Maybe I am like my mother.

When the circumstances become too much in the place where I find myself, all I can think to do is run the fuck away.

Damon

“Well if it isn’t the princess. Please tell me what we have done to be honored with your presence.”

Scowling at Priest as I walk in the shop, I ignore his laughter. What’s worse is Ezra’s stare, eyes that are almost identical to mine watching me walk through the shop and into Priest’s office.

I’m surprised to find Gabe and Taylor already taking up room on Priest’s dirty couch, their eyes meeting mine when I pull a soda from the fridge and pop the top.

“Why are you two here?”

It’s strange to find Taylor without his trusty computer. He leans back against the couch and taps his fingers against the armrest like he’s typing.

It’s even stranger to see Gabe in such a dirty environment with his pristine clothes.

“We came to talk to Ezra, but we’re happy to see you, too,” Gabe jokes, his head tilting in question.

I’ve just come from dropping Blue off at her apartment, and anger is leaking out of me that I can barely contain.

“Everything all right?”

By the time Gabe gets the question out, Ezra has walked into the cramped office, Priest following behind him with a rag in his hands that he uses to wipe grease from his fingers.

I toy with the tab on the soda can, not in a mood to be questioned by the guys. “Everything is—“

“Don’t lie,” Gabe warns. “I already know the answer. It’s written clearly on your face.”

I’d taken the long way to Priest’s shop after leaving Blue’s place. Needing the extra time, I tried and failed to make sense of everything that’s occurred since I first approached her at Myth.

The entire situation has become a clusterfuck I never intended. Yet here I am, facing down my brother and friends, wondering how the hell I’m going to talk my way out of this conversation.

It doesn’t help that Ezra takes a long look at me, smiles, then shakes his head. “Hate to tell you this, Little Brother, but you’ve fallen for your chick.”

I glare at the asshole. “And how would you know that?”

A collective sigh rolls through the office, every single one of them glancing at each other before all eyes are back on me.

Gabe speaks for all of them.

“I think it has everything to do with the fact that you’re so frustrated at the moment it reminds most of us of a place we’ve unfortunately been. You can’t decide between claiming her as your own and refusing to let her out of your sight or killing her just to make your life easier.”

He’s not wrong.

Life would be a hell of a lot easier if I hadn’t created this situation in the first place.

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