BLAZE
The name barely left Nic’s mouth before Ashton snapped.
In a flash, he grabbed Nic by the collar and slammed him into the wall with enough force to rattle the room. The smirk that had been plastered on Nic’s face twisted into something darker, sharper, but not the least bit afraid.
“What the f**k did you just say?” Ashton’s voice cracked, low and guttural, like he was barely holding himself together. His fists twisted in Nic’s shirt, his whole body trembling with a fury that made even me hesitate to get closer.
But Nic? Nic just laughed.
“Careful, Ashton,” Nic purred, his voice dripping with venom. “You’re going to wrinkle my shirt.”
“Don’t play games with me!” Ashton roared, shoving him harder against the wall. “If you’re lying—if you’re f*****g lying about her—”
Nic’s smirk
