Blaze:
Morning came too damn early.
I shifted under the sheets, the sunlight cutting across the bed like a knife, and turned to check on her — my beautiful, fiery red head.
Fuck.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
Kat was still asleep, her wild red curls a mess around her face, her hand tucked under her chin.
But all I could see was the dark bruise swelling over her right eye, painting her delicate skin in ugly shades of purple and black.
Her arms were covered too — small blotches of blue and green blossoming across her pale skin where Snake had grabbed her.
I felt my fists clench the sheets hard enough to tear through them.
The rage came back fast and vicious, surging through my blood like gasoline catching a match.
I wanted blood.
I wanted war.
I wanted every goddamn Midnigh
