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argumentative banter going silent. Jeez, he
couldn’t have looked more rigid if someone had just rammed a stick up his ass.
She could have sworn she could see the aggression shimmering in the air around
his body. He looked feral. The shadows cut lines across his face, distorting
angles and shaping him until she was squinting, trying to find something
familiar.
Before she could ask if he
was okay, he bolted. Left her standing. Just walked away. How dare he .
‘Arrogant, jerk-ass ... grrr
...’ Ash started over on her insults, feeling the irritation roll off her
tongue. ‘Infuriating, tall, giant lump of ...’ There were no words in her head
violently abusive enough to express her frustration. Who the hell did he think
he was? Self-appointed stalker and saviour? She never thought those words could
be used in the same description of someone. He’d been following her all along.
The eyes that she had felt on her had probably been his.
No wonder they burned her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A sh kicked at the cobbles and her boot heel scraped
over the ground with a loud crack, like gunfire, aggressive as what was
building up inside her, but not half good enough to make it dissipate. He’d
wound her up something good, and she was struggling to maintain a level of
composure that wouldn’t reduce her to messy, angry tears in the middle of the
street. Home, she had to get home, and then she could dissolve. All the fear,
all the anger, and helplessness, at Connal and the blond asshole who thought
she was just a hot foreign piece of ass for him to take by force, was just
simmering there under the surface. The latter, she could have handled. A little
more force on the blade threatening to spear his jugular and Ash was pretty
sure the guy would have backed off. The former? She was out of her depth and
floundering for sense in the not so clear cut emotions that he riled up inside
her. The man was a blowtorch hissing relentless heat against her carefully
glaciered feelings and striking the exposed, thawed out emotions with a stick.
Prodding her where she didn’t want to be prodded. Especially not by him.
Who the hell did he think he
was? That seemed to be the universal question today, she’d asked it so many
times and was still no closer to the answer. Her feet were kicking the ground
as she walked. Scuff, step, scuff, step, scuff, step. Angry and stubborn, she was
in her own head as her body wandered on without her until she looked up and
realised she had absolutely no idea where she was.
Ash had somehow turned from
the street, into the middle of nowhere. The buildings looked dark, the streets
swollen with shadows. There was no one. She couldn’t even hear the laughter
anymore. Ash had her internal GPS all out of fritz, and she blamed Connal and
his heated stare for burning her systems down.
She spun to get her bearings,
the night suddenly closing around her as her panic surged up for the second
time in short hours. Pivoting on her heels, she swallowed down the anxiety and
felt around for the anger. That would surely keep the fear at bay until she
sorted herself, but she couldn’t seem to find a measure of calm anywhere. This
night was just too much.
She breathed deep, caught the
faint scent of seawater and salt musk, heard the distant thud of the music from
clubs nearby. Good. She hadn’t turned off too far from the main thoroughfare.
Her head cocked, tipping curls of thick black hair to bar her vision as she
listened. There was something else, and she was hoping, praying that it was her
newfound stalker. Better the evil you know . She drew the blade from her
bag, just in case. When nothing leapt from the shadows, Ash shook the noise off
as lingering adrenaline and kicked herself into walking on. She must be close
to home by now.
There it went again!
This time when Ash turned,
there was nothing to block her vision of what was crashing towards her, but her
brain still convinced her it wasn’t what she saw. Her
couldn’t have looked more rigid if someone had just rammed a stick up his ass.
She could have sworn she could see the aggression shimmering in the air around
his body. He looked feral. The shadows cut lines across his face, distorting
angles and shaping him until she was squinting, trying to find something
familiar.
Before she could ask if he
was okay, he bolted. Left her standing. Just walked away. How dare he .
‘Arrogant, jerk-ass ... grrr
...’ Ash started over on her insults, feeling the irritation roll off her
tongue. ‘Infuriating, tall, giant lump of ...’ There were no words in her head
violently abusive enough to express her frustration. Who the hell did he think
he was? Self-appointed stalker and saviour? She never thought those words could
be used in the same description of someone. He’d been following her all along.
The eyes that she had felt on her had probably been his.
No wonder they burned her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A sh kicked at the cobbles and her boot heel scraped
over the ground with a loud crack, like gunfire, aggressive as what was
building up inside her, but not half good enough to make it dissipate. He’d
wound her up something good, and she was struggling to maintain a level of
composure that wouldn’t reduce her to messy, angry tears in the middle of the
street. Home, she had to get home, and then she could dissolve. All the fear,
all the anger, and helplessness, at Connal and the blond asshole who thought
she was just a hot foreign piece of ass for him to take by force, was just
simmering there under the surface. The latter, she could have handled. A little
more force on the blade threatening to spear his jugular and Ash was pretty
sure the guy would have backed off. The former? She was out of her depth and
floundering for sense in the not so clear cut emotions that he riled up inside
her. The man was a blowtorch hissing relentless heat against her carefully
glaciered feelings and striking the exposed, thawed out emotions with a stick.
Prodding her where she didn’t want to be prodded. Especially not by him.
Who the hell did he think he
was? That seemed to be the universal question today, she’d asked it so many
times and was still no closer to the answer. Her feet were kicking the ground
as she walked. Scuff, step, scuff, step, scuff, step. Angry and stubborn, she was
in her own head as her body wandered on without her until she looked up and
realised she had absolutely no idea where she was.
Ash had somehow turned from
the street, into the middle of nowhere. The buildings looked dark, the streets
swollen with shadows. There was no one. She couldn’t even hear the laughter
anymore. Ash had her internal GPS all out of fritz, and she blamed Connal and
his heated stare for burning her systems down.
She spun to get her bearings,
the night suddenly closing around her as her panic surged up for the second
time in short hours. Pivoting on her heels, she swallowed down the anxiety and
felt around for the anger. That would surely keep the fear at bay until she
sorted herself, but she couldn’t seem to find a measure of calm anywhere. This
night was just too much.
She breathed deep, caught the
faint scent of seawater and salt musk, heard the distant thud of the music from
clubs nearby. Good. She hadn’t turned off too far from the main thoroughfare.
Her head cocked, tipping curls of thick black hair to bar her vision as she
listened. There was something else, and she was hoping, praying that it was her
newfound stalker. Better the evil you know . She drew the blade from her
bag, just in case. When nothing leapt from the shadows, Ash shook the noise off
as lingering adrenaline and kicked herself into walking on. She must be close
to home by now.
There it went again!
This time when Ash turned,
there was nothing to block her vision of what was crashing towards her, but her
brain still convinced her it wasn’t what she saw. Her
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