I stepped closer.
Anna nodded at something he said, sending those glorious locks tumbling once more. How I wanted to run my hands through their softness, to tangle my fingers in the twisting curls and spiraling strands, to feel her warm breath against my cheek.
He slid a hand around her waist.
What thefuck?
Did she get a boyfriend during the two years I'd been out of the picture? How? Why?
Nothing made sense. How could she be a goody-goody nun by day and a… a… vixen by night?
She pushed against Shark Man. Pushing her hips against his, they gyrated to the music.
The urge to spread my wings and cull upon the ether hammered through my blood. I wanted to burn his physical body to cinders. I even took a step in his direction, yet I hesitated.
Hmm. Let's see. What happened the last time I assumed something about Anna?
Irreparable damage, that's what. I didn't care about the life or tongue I'd taken but Ididcare about the repercussions it might have caused to our relationship.
I delved into the man's mind, unable to resist peering into his heart and soul to see exactly what kind of person he was.
Disgusting. HIs name is Frances and Anna is no more than a plaything for him, much like the succubae I enjoyed. That is, before I developed an affinity for her sassy mouth.
Anna's hand, with those long, elegant fingers, slid around his hip and down to cup his ass.
That wild, crazed sense of jealousy fluttered its wings in me once more and I blinked directly behind the man.
She smiled. Her eyes, glassy and red, blinked slowly.
He bent his head and whispered into her ear.
"Yeah, sounds great," she shouted.
I scanned her lovely face. It had engraved itself onto my heart. She belonged tome, not this seedy corporate lawyer who came here every weekend looking to fuck whichever girl he happened to find attractive.
Frances is about to meet me in Hell.I reached toward him but stopped as I examined her face once more.
Though Anna's words had sounded happy, she wore no smile. Her fingers slid into the man's back pocket as he nuzzled her throat and ground his hips against hers.
A line appeared between her brows, as if she was trying to concentrate or was annoyed.
Somehow, between the constant movement and his sickening display of lust, she managed to slide his wallet from his pants.
A tiny smile curled a corner of her mouth, reminding me of the Anna I'd always known.
Deftly, she gripped the leather wallet, then slid her hand around and shoved it into the top of her unzipped purse hanging from her shoulder.
Frances leaned closer, trying to press his lips onto hers.
She pulled back and turned her head at the last second. "I'm not feeling well."
Yeah, I bet you're not. With an outfit and name like that, he's lucky they even let him inside.Though, on second thought, the bar looked like it had been built in the middle ages.
"Need to go to the bathroom," she shouted as she barreled away, passing me by mere inches.
For a moment, I closed my eyes and inhaled her sweet scent.
I wish I knew how to fix this, to fix us.
