20 | Jealous Lover's Touch

Phoebe’s POV

“Oh, shit” I whisper faintly when I detect the storm brewing inside Blaze’s Egyptian blue orbs.

“Madam, I’m really sorry” I almost forget about the man who’s holding me upright and instantly move away from him and watch him wither away from me too when he notices Blaze’s death glare.

Without another word, he runs off in the direction of the staff room like a damn mouse and for the first time, I notice that he’s holding a broom on the other hand.

‘He must be the janitor’ I wonder to myself vaguely and after gathering a lot of courage, I turn to face Blaze and watch him move towards the revolving glass doors.

Fuck!

“Blaze, wait!” I call after him and move in his direction in such an inhuman speed that I can bet flash would be jealous of.

By the time I’ve reached outside, it’s drizzling and Blaze is stand