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“Fuck the media,” I mutter.
The guard in front of me is red in the face, his breathing growing frantic. I twist my face in disgust. This is the kind of security that was entrusted to protect her? I find the idea repulsing.
Warmth envelops my elbow as she cups it and tries to steer me away from the guard. I tear my eyes away from him and focus on her. She’s a flash of light that cuts through the red mist in my vision. I let it move through the rage, breaking it up until it floats away like fog.
Her lips part with a smile, and a small flicker of pride pushes through the underlying anxiety in her silver eyes. “Let’s go. There’s nothing else to be done here.”
I slowly release the pressure on the guard’s throat and grunt, “We can watch the security feeds.”
She nods. “I’ll have Hunter grab them.”
“Fine. Get your bag so we can leave.”
Her brows slip up her forehead. Despite the tense situation, she’s still strong-willed. “I think you’re missing something in that statement.”
I roll my eyes but correct myself. “Please, grab your bag.”
While the guard gasps for breath, I watch her smirk with approval before slipping into the locker room. Once she’s gone, I drag my scrutinizing glare between the two men.
“Tinsley Lowry just saved you both a lot of pain. If you forget her name again, I don’t care where you are, that pain will find you,” I threaten, my tone deceptively soft.
Before either one can mutter something that I don’t give enough of a shit to listen to, I’m following my girl like a dog on a short leash. Tail wagging and all.
* * *
Tinsley disappearsinto the bathroom when we step onto the bus. She was silent most of the way back, only speaking to tell me that she didn’t want to think or talk about what happened tonight. The quiet has never pissed me off more than it did then.
I need to fix whatever is happening to her. There are too many questions with no answers. Each one angers me more. If taking Tinsley’s things has become someone’s idea of fun, they’re going to regret it. Are all of the things happening recently connected? The visitor at the house in Vancouver, and now her missing panties? I’m unsure. I hate being unsure. Especially when it comes to her.
If these events are connected, that creates a bigger problem. First Vancouver, now Seattle. They’re not isolated events. They’re moving with us from city to city. Hunter is meant to collect the security tapes in the morning. Answers will come then.
I tug the bandana out of my hair and rake my hands through it. It’s overgrown. Too long and annoying now that it curls at the top of my shoulders. Leaning over my knees, I drop my head and shake it, sending my hair flying. It feels good to ease some of the tension in my neck.
I fall back against the couch cushions and exhale, staring at the ceiling. It’s almost showtime. My phone vibrates for the hundredth time on the counter. Sparks looking for me, no doubt.
She can wait. Tinsley deserves some patience, and she’s going to get it from me. Rock stars are supposed to be late for their shows. Maybe I’ll fit in more now.
“I’m almost done!” Tinsley shouts from the bathroom.
I want to go to her. Fuck, I yearn to be in the same room, watching her get ready. But she’s been violated today. I won’t add to that by crowding her the way I know I will. Watching her the way I do, like she’s my salvation. Like I might go up in flames if I don’t get my hands on her soon.
She didn’t ask me to join her either. If she wanted me to, she would have asked.
The reminder has something close to discomfort trying to worm its way into my chest before I push it away.
“How much longer do I have?” she asks.
“However long you need.”
She groans loudly. “Noah.”
“To make it there when Spark would prefer, we have to leave in ten minutes.”
“Shit!” A clatter in the sink. “Give me two.”
My control is slipping as time moves at a snail’s pace. Our unfinished conversation from earlier left me unsatisfied. I’m nowhere closer to having her accept what’s happening with us than I was before. I need her to fully understand what I want from her and what I want togiveto her. Kissing and touching aren’t enough. It’s nowhere close.
I need everything. Mind, body, soul. I want to make good on my promise and devour her. Ruin her for anyone but me. From the moment we met, she was meant to be mine. Completely. Now that she’s realized “just friends” was never supposed to suffice for either of us, I don’t want to wait any longer.
