“Did you ask the valet for a fucking cab!?” he snaps, not looking at me, his hands tight on the wheel. “No!” I breathe, knowing that my only choice now is to lie. “You’re mine now, Bambi,” he growls, turning his dangerous gaze on me. I shrink back in my seat, my eyes wide at the violent possessi
I’m still screaming as I look backwards, upwards into the dark sky and see Christian standing there, panting, rain streaming through his hair and down his face. My breath leaves me as I figure out who it is – who was driving the blue car – But I don’t have a chance to say anything as Christian g
I murmur Christian’s name again, shaking my head, looking back over at where Edward is laying. “What did you…do…” “Hit him,” Christian murmurs, his eyes moving in the same direction as mine even as his arm tightens around my waist. “With a tire iron.” “Shit,” I whisper, going tense and staring a
As we move away Christian glances around for cameras, but those that I spy are as old and defunct as the gas station parking lot in which we stand – powerless, probably not used in years. I glance back towards the road, where traffic continues to fly by, apparently not noticing the scene before them
Christian, seeing what I’m doing, doesn’t say anything to Nico or Frankie yet and instead comes to the kitchen, standing at the counter in front of me and waiting patiently as I pour him a long dram and slide his crystal tumbler over the counter to him. I don’t give him any ice, knowing he won’t wan
I stare at Nico, having no idea what to do next, when suddenly Christian’s words register with me. Wait, what? Make him decide between me and Nico…again? When had Nico made him make that choice before? But there’s no time to think on it as Nico looses an exhausted breath, drops his eyes from
“The harm,” Nico snaps, “beyond the obvious, is that you and Violetta had a date tonight, Chris. She was waiting for you, and then she got pissed. I couldn’t tell her where you were because I didn’t know, and even if I did I probably wouldn’t have!” He glances at me now, his habitual frown on his fa
Frankie reaches forward across the table to grab the half-drunk bottle of whiskey, breaking my eyeline for a second, breaking the connection between Christian and I. I inhale a deep breath as I blink, realizing suddenly that I’d stopped breathing in that moment. But despite what passed between Chr