Page 27 of Anger

And in a sick fucking way because I want to punish Blue for the sins Red committed against me.

I thought Ezra was in the same place with me once.

I thought Emily actually understood me instead of just lying about it.

But no.

It’s just me.

Locked away and rattling the bars of my cage.

All I want is to drag someone in with me.

How fucked-up is that?

Blue doesn’t deserve it.

I don’t know her, and she doesn’t know me.

Yet here I am, staring at her like a deviant with ideas in my head that should land me in the nearest psych ward.

The thought is enough to spin me back to the bar, slam the empty bottle down, and lift a finger to the bartender for another.

I should go.

If I give a damn at all about not hurting people who don’t deserve it, I should walk the fuck out of this club and never return.

But after paying for my second beer, I can’t shake whatever magic this chick has over me, and I turn back to her anyway … to find she’s opened those violet eyes and is staring back at me.

Blue never stops moving, and I would swear she’s dancing solely for me. It’s too bad the look in her eyes is one of surprise, of curiosity, of challenge.

Only fear should exist in a set of eyes that are such a rare color, especially while staring at me. So far, everything about her is one of a kind, and the only thought in my head is the need to possess her.

She turns her head away as soon as the thought plays across my mind, and for a second, I believe that she somehow intuited what stared back at her.

A smart woman would reject me.

Emily did.

But not Blue.

Instead, she steps out of her cage and descends the stairs.

After stopping briefly to speak to the manager who protects her space, she turns my direction as if to approach me.

Blue is ten feet away when her eyes meet mine again, but she doesn’t close the distance before turning left to walk down the hallway.

Watching her walk away with those fake ass wings bouncing with every step, I glance over at the manager to see he’s watching her closely.

I don’t like what I can see clearly in his eyes.

It mimics what’s in mine.

After waiting a full minute, I step away from the bar and follow Blue down the hall.

It’s not until I have a clear view of one of the last rooms that I find her standing at the door, our eyes tangling one more time before she lets herself in and shuts it.

Reaching the room, I glance back to make sure her manager isn’t also following before I open the door and letting myself in.

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