Page 70 of Anger


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What the hell is wrong?

This isn’t like her.

Blue fights, just like me.

But from the looks of her now, she’s given up.

Fear douses me, my storm rising, but not from the nightmares or the feeling that I need to protect myself.

No.

This time, my rage is rising to protect someone else.

To protect Blue.

She finally looks at me again and shrugs a shoulder. “I won’t be here much longer.” A bark of sad laughter escapes her chest. “My time is up.”

I cross the room with a quick stride, closing the distance between us so fast that her posture tightens.

She’s scared of me, but I ignore the reaction and press my body to hers, caging her against the wall.

“What are you talking about, Blue?” My voice is a soft threat, a bare whisper that barely contains all the emotions stewing in my veins.

Her lips part, then I run my eyes over their gentle curve. It’s torture that she won’t let me kiss her. All I want is a taste.

Unaffected by the storm brewing around us, Blue lifts those gorgeous violet eyes to meet mine.

“I won’t be working here much longer. Hell,” she says on another sad laugh, “I won’t be living around here much longer either.”

Pausing, Blue taps her fingers against the wall, her posture surrendering to me instead of fighting against how I’m trapping her in place.

“Time’s up, like I said.”

She shakes her head, her hair falling to partially hide her face.

“I’m out of money and won’t have a job soon. So, I gotta go, you know?”

Another pause, her eyes studying mine.

“Who am I kidding? Of course, you wouldn’t know. I bet you’ve never had to worry about where you’ll get your next meal, or if you’ll have a roof over your head at night.”

Her words crush my heart.

I’m angry at myself for taking advantage of her by giving her money. What I’m buying are small pieces of a woman who has no choice but to sell the parts of herself that she’s willing to give.

“You got me there,” I answer meekly. “But I’ve had to worry. Most likely about things you can’t possibly understand.”

“We all have our scars,” she says on a sigh. “All of them different, but the same for the way they mark us for life.”

There’s no way in hell I’m letting this happen.

Not to Blue.

Not to my escape.

I want to see her scars.

I want to know everything about her.

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