COLT
An hour later after he delivered the f*****g message of Amanda for us, Ashton stormed out of the house. I glanced at Blaze and he might as well kill someone right now with his gaze.
“Something happened?” I asked, keeping my voice light because, frankly, we didn’t need another ticking time bomb in this room. I poured a whiskey, because at this point, why the hell not? If we were going to sit around and unravel Amanda’s twisted version of stay away from me, I was damn well going to do it with a drink in hand.
“At least we know she’s alive,” I added, swirling the amber liquid in the glass before downing it. It burned on the way down, but not nearly as much as her message did. “Alive and still a goddamn brat. I knew she was dangerous—like, suspiciously dangerous—but that kind of past
