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The bar was almost full and I knew I was outnumbered, which is the only reason I hadn't reacted yet. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself but it did little to help me. The urge to rip the man apart was still strong inside me. I wanted to go after him so badly that I could taste it, but what would that accomplish? My anger had no place here and besides, Scarlett wasn't hurting anyone. Not really.
After all, I had been the one to reject her, not the other way around. The truth was this entire situation pissed me off because I didn't want to feel jealousy or possessiveness toward her. I cared about her and I loved her more than anything else in the world, but I didn't want to be with her.
From a distance, I glared at the man as he ran his fingers through his short brown hair, his blue/green fixed on my supposed mate. He was tall and broad-shouldered; probably 6'2" in height and had a strong chin along with dark, thick eyebrows. His body language was relaxed and confident as he smiled at Scarlett before turning to look at the bartender. The bartender nodded and made him two drinks. He handed one to Scarlett who took it without looking and drank it down in seconds. The guy raised an eyebrow and then looked at me.
As much as I hated seeing them together, there was a part of me that was enjoying watching them. The excitement that it was causing me only pushed me off more because it wasn't something I should feel. I did my best to ignore the thoughts, but it was impossible. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her looking my way before turning her attention back to him. A rush of heat swept over me as electricity coursed through my veins.
I frowned before returning my attention to the bar; my eyes roaming from side to side, searching for something I could distract myself with. A few moments passed and I glanced back over at them. They were still talking and laughing together like they didn’t have any problems in their lives whatsoever. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my emotions. It was difficult since I barely held control of myself in the first place.
After another few minutes, I decided I'd had enough and went back to the motel. I walked into the room, slamming the door behind me. My mind was racing with thoughts of Scarlett with that guy. The images replayed in my head, causing me both pleasure and pain. The more I tried to ignore the feelings I was experiencing, the stronger they seemed to get.
Not long after I got to the motel, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Scarlett standing outside with a scowl on her face. My heart jumped at the sight of her, and I fought the urge to kiss her. Her plump pouty lips looked so sweet, and I was afraid I might lose all self-control.
"I told you I don't need your help," she said, "What are you still doing here?"
I sighed loudly and turned away from her. "I'm sorry. I didn't want your death on my conscience. I had no other choice."
She closed the door, walked past me, and sat down on the bed. "Don't do that," she mumbled under her breath.
"Do what?"
"Act as if I am incapable of doing anything on my own. I'm not. I wish you would see that."
"You're right. I'm not sorry, Scarlett. Did you think I was going to let you do this on your own? You have no evidence that the Shadow Crest Dragons took your dad. "
"I am working on that," she scoffed as she glared at me.
"How? By flirting with every guy you come across? You're putting yourself in danger. What happens if they find out who you are? Did you think about that, Scarlett? Did you think about what could happen to you? And what about your car? How long is it going to take to fix?"
"The mechanic had to order the parts for it. He said it might take a week or so. Why do you care who I flirt with anyway? Are you jealous or something?"
The intensity of her stare magnified as I scolded her for putting herself in danger. The weight on my skin was getting heavier and heavier. I looked down at my hands, hoping to push the burning sensation away.
This time, I couldn't hold back the laughter. "What do you mean?"
Scarlett rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed. "God, Grayson! Forget it."
Before I could say anything else, she stormed out of the room. I watched her leave, trying to comprehend everything that had happened. I was mad at her for spending time with someone else, but I was also angry because I was jealous. It was pathetic and I hated that I was feeling these emotions.
I tried to turn my attention to the problem at hand, but I was distracted by the memories of our time together. I kept thinking back to the moment when she pulled me into her arms and kissed me. I thought about the times when she cried in my arms after her mom died. I cradled her, whispering to her, telling her everything would be okay.
Those memories were precious to me, but no one would ever know that. I remembered how soft her skin felt and the warmth of her lips on mine. Her sweet scent filled my nostrils, and I could see her bright green eyes sparkle. Thinking about those things brought me back to the present and I realized I missed her already. That was a feeling I wasn't expecting.
I shook my head as if to rid myself of the idea. It wasn't the time for them, and she had moved on. I glanced back at the door, knowing I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else while she was still mad at me. After wrestling with the idea of knocking on her door for a few minutes more, I gave in and went to her room.
Just as I was about to knock, the door swung open. Scarlett stood in front of me with a frightened look on her face but didn't say a word. I pushed past her into the room and saw the mess that was left in it. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, and her purse had been emptied.
"Do you think they know?" She asked as she picked up the clothes from off the floor.
"I don't know but they sure as hell are suspicious," I replied, peering out of the window.
I looked back at Scarlett as she bent down to pick up more of her clothes from the floor. It was hard not to notice how nice her body looked in her outfit.
"They're looking for us, aren't they?"
I nodded and waited until she finished picking up her clothes before I answered her. "Yes, they are."
She grabbed her bag off the bed and slung it over her shoulder.
