More than that.
She’s indescribable.
I've never seen someone so pleased with themselves in all of my life, and I'm pretty sure that her facial expression, filled with wonder and awe, will forever be burned into my memory.
Now I'm even more pissed that there's a meeting, but it's a great opportunity for me to get a moment with Francesca. She deserves a piece of my fucking mind. Ivy will be pissed, but technically, I’m not doing this for her; I’m doing it for me.
Her wishes be damned.
She can't see me do it here, and I'm quite sure Francesca won't pass the message on as long as she takes heed of what I have to say.
Charging toward the meeting room, anger vibrates through me as I consider the fact that Teddy will be a few minutes late. Somehow, her kissing him means he gets preferential choices whether I like it or not. If I wasn’t so hellbent on giving Francesca a piece of my mind, I would have challenged him more.
Or that’s what I tell myself at least. The other alternative isn’t worth thinking about.
Would she reject me back?
Technically, she already did when we crashed her bullshit wedding, but that doesn’t count.
I don’t think.
Furious, I distract myself from my wandering thoughts, focusing on my stride instead, desperate to seek out the bitch who is nothing more than a thorn in my fated mate’s side.
I liked Francesca until this morning.
She’s a take-no-shit kind of girl, but in Ivy’s presence, she’s starting to show her true colors, and I can’t say I’m a fan.
Reaching the entrance, my wrath reaches new heights as I slam the door open, relishing in the sound of it ricocheting off the wall. It rattles through the air, laced with impending doom, as everybody present turns to face me.
Hugo is the first to frown in confusion, but I look right past him, checking everyone off in my mind as I make my way around the room.
Silas.
Professor Viola.
The other professors.
The other sodality leaders.
They're all here, except the one I am most interested in.
Disappointment floods my mind as I take my seat, irritated that my anger will have to simmer until after the meeting, but I make sure to cling to it, refusing to let myself fall soft on the matter as Baron and Sax appear through the door.
Wordlessly, Baron takes the seat beside me, and Sax follows suit. They must sense my rage because neither of them speaks to me as I lace my fingers together on the table.
I can feel Silas looking at me, but if I turn in his direction, he'll get a taste of the anger lingering inside me, and as much as he deserves it, I’m waiting on one person.
His time will come.
Everyone speaks quietly around me, but I pay no mind, silently impressed that nobody questions my outburst when I walked in.
Hugo talks around me, speaking with Baron about Ivy, checking in on his sister. I almost scoff.
He's asking the wrong person because Baron is quite possibly the last person who knows anything about her. He can't handle the changes currently going on in our lives right now. He can't even walk with us to class. He blames it on Alaric wanting to see her because he needs to be close, but I'm sure it's a choice he makes for himself too.
The door swings open again, and movement in my peripheral vision confirms it’s Teddy. He walks with a swagger that frustrates me to no end.
Anger and jealousy seep through my veins.
