Ansel
I walked back and forth in my penthouse. My mind raced, refusing to slow down or give me a second of peace. It was like an animal caught at the end of its leash: it wanted nothing more than to break free, yet knew that disaster would result if it did so.
The blame lay at Elisa's feet.
She had looked genuinely scared when she left. I wasn't sure I liked that one bit.
I have seen Elisa be annoyed or angry at me, but I have never seen her look terrified. So, seeing her look scared just seemed unnatural. She stood with her eyes closed and was breathing hard through her nose. Her lips were apart, and she had this strange glow about her. That guy had some crazy effect on her.
I was annoyed at myself too. Why did I care anyway? I didn't belong in her life and never could, not truly. We
