Enraged, I should have stormed in there and confronted them both. I should have ripped Hazel’s curls out and shoved them down her throat, watching her whimper for air. I should have slapped Ezra and ripped him a new one. I should have...but I didn’t. More like, I could hardly move. Only enough to turn away from his wicked eyes watching me as he caressed Hazel sensually. Fire poured in my veins as I walked away.
Out in the parking lot, I called Asher to pick me up. There was no way in hell I wanted to be trapped in the car with Ezra smelling like s*x and Hazel. I couldn’t contain the hatred I felt for both of them. Why were they doing this? How long have they been doing this? When I closed my eyes, I could still see those grey clouds of mayhem in his eyes, sinister and dangerous. He wanted
