CHASE
“And it’s *mine*!” she screamed, voice raw, tearing at the air like a blade. “And you walked in here like you owned it! Like you were just doing me a favor by gracing me with your presence! You have no idea what it’s like to have your entire world upended by someone who just… *appears*!”
She paused—chest heaving—ran trembling fingers through her hair.
“f**k…” The word cracked. “You’re so f*****g frustrating!”
“Yeah?” My own voice came out shredded. “You’re insufferable!”
The words exploded between us like a slapshot into the boards—raw, furious, final.
Sloane’s chest rose and fell in sharp, angry bursts. Her green eyes blazed with that same wildfire that had been burning me alive since the day she moved in. Lips parted, breath coming in short pants. Her finger still jabbed into
