Nicholas
“I need to replace this damn couch,” I grumbled.
I shifted on the couch in my study, the old leather and shitty springs creaking beneath my weight as I attempted to stretch out. It was a useless effort, and the light of the moon shining through the sheer curtains felt blinding, even when I draped my arm over my eyes.
To make matters worse, it was freezing in here; the fire in the corner had long since died out, but I hadn’t bothered to light it again.
But despite the cold, the frustration bubbling beneath my skin felt unbearably hot.
I could feel it crawling up my spine, wrapping around my ribs and settling deep in my chest like fire spreading through me. It hadn’t left me since earlier today. Since I had found her with him.
Noah.
The memory of his ha
