BLAZE
"Blaze—”
“Don’t f*****g touch me, you w***e!” I snarled, my voice ripping through the air like a feral beast unleashed. My hands shot out before I could stop myself, shoving Scarlet so hard she stumbled back, her smug grin faltering for the first time. My chest heaved, my vision narrowed, and the room pulsed with the raw, uncontrollable rage coursing through my veins.
She caught herself on the edge of the table, her blanket slipping to reveal too much skin—skin that Ashton had touched, claimed, defiled. My stomach churned, a deep, primal disgust clawing at my insides. She laughed—laughed—that sick, syrupy sound like nails dragging down my spine.
“You’re so predictable, Blaze,” she said, her voice as sweet and poisonous as arsenic. “Always so easy to rile up. God, I missed that a
