AMANDA
Own them? Yeah, right.
I slammed the bathroom door behind me, wiping the taste of Colt from my lips, but his scent—dark, spicy, and suffocating—still clung to my skin like a bad habit. My pulse raced, the adrenaline from that kiss pumping through my veins. Damn him. He was intoxicating, but I wasn’t about to fall into his trap. Not again.
He thought he could control me, cage me in like he did everyone else. But that kiss? That was for me. Not him.
I was still pissed, my mind running circles around what had just happened and what came before. Colt’s arrogance. Scarlet’s jealousy. Luther’s unreadable stares. They all had their hooks in me, but I wasn’t anyone’s to keep. My life was my own. I’d make sure of that.
I pushed through the hallway, trying to pull myself together, headi
