Gage
Anger.
It was all I could feel—thick and white-hot—pouring through my veins like wildfire. It burned and ached in every muscle, made my chest feel too small for my hammering heart, made my fists curl so tight my nails bit into my palms. It made me feel goddamn alive in the worst way, like my body didn’t know how to contain all the fury inside of me.
I sat there by the fire, listening, watching, taking in every last word, every tear in her voice, every shaky breath she tried to hide. And it ripped me open.
I was angry at Gabriella. Hell, furious. Angry at her for using Bree’s pain as some twisted campfire entertainment. Angry that she’d been sitting on this bombshell, threatening to expose Bree to everyone for sport. My teeth ground together so hard my jaw ached.
I was angry at th
