I spin around because I don’t want him to see the hurt in my eyes.
This man before me is beyond my help.
I amnotcapable of dragging him out of the darkness when he refuses to see the light.
I amnotcapable of staying, not when lovinghimis destroyingme.
“Mmm… that’s some good shit. You want some?” Colt asks with a chuckle, and instantly, I’m consumed with rage.
“Ahhh!”I scream, my fury ripping through me, too wild, too consuming to hold back. I spin around, my vision blurred with rage, grab an empty Jack bottle, and hurl it at him with everything I have.
He dodges—barely.
Glass shatters against the wall behind him, the sound ricocheting through the room like a gunshot.
Colt’s head snaps toward me, his entire body going rigid.
Then he moves.
Fast.
Before I can react, he surges forward, closing the distance between us in two long strides. His hands clamp around my wrists, yanking them up, pinning me against the wall.
My breath catches. Not from pain, but from the sheer force of him. From the look in his eyes.
Dark. Wild. Dangerous.
He inches closer, his face so near that I can feel his ragged breath, hot against my lips.
My pulse skitters, a war raging inside me—fear, anger, something else I don’t want to name.
“You ever do that again, and I’ll throw one back at you.” Colt’s voice is low, lethal, a quiet promise wrapped in venom. “But unlike you, Iwon’tmiss.” He hisses the words through clenchedteeth, his grip on my wrists unrelenting, his body wound tight like a predator ready to strike.
Who the hell is this man?
Because he sure as shit isn’tmyColt.
The Colt I know, the Colt I love, he wouldneverthreaten me.
A cold, sick feeling curls in my stomach, spreading like poison.
And in that instant, I know.
We’re done.
For good.
I shake my head, my throat tight, my body rebelling against every second he keeps me caged like this. “Let. Me. Go.” The words are sharp, spat like a dagger, but my voice shakes beneath the weight of what this moment means.
Colt looks at me, and for a split second—just a flicker, barely there—I think I see remorse in his eyes.
But it’s gone before I can be sure.
And it doesn’t matter.
Because it’s too late.
His fingers unclasp from my wrists, and without another word, he turns to walk away.
