I walk quickly, my movements sharp and aggressive, impatience driving every step to head back to my house. At the very least, I need a cold shower to calm myself and to wash away Ravelle’s touch, the imprint of her hands still lingering all over my body and driving me insane.
But as I pass my brother’s office, a sound makes me freeze.
Moans. Soft, feminine moans, punctuated by a low, masculine chuckle.
Keal.
A dangerous stillness settles over me. How dare he. How dare he try to have a good time when he has so thoroughly ruined mine?
"...You've got to be kidding me."
A cold, lethal irritation coils through me as I turn toward the door. I don’t bother knocking, just like he never does. Instead, I throw it open, the wood slamming hard against the wall.
And just like that, the last frag
