“He’s trying to figure out if anything was going on between us!”
“He probably worked that out from the lights you shattered!”
“He kissed you!”
“He kissed my cheek!”
“No other man is to ever touch you! Have I made myself clear?” I roared.
I’d lost it. The black of my aura pulsed around us ferociously in my rage, but Quen was just as fired up and wasn’t backing down.
“You do not get to tell me what I’m allowed to do or who I’m allowed to be around!”
She didn’t want to be controlled. She wanted to be free to make her own decisions, but she didn’t get the freedom here. The way Archer behaved around her; I could kill him. I could tear him apart so easily. Quentin was mine. She was made for me.
“I can’t stand it, Quentin. I can’t stand anyone else touching you. I don’t want any other being to even entertain the thought that they could have a chance with you.”
I always thought that my temper was something to be reckoned with, but Quen was just as bad. For someone who had yet to have their powers gifted to them, she was a nightmare.
“Why not?” she screamed. “What do you care?”
A fucking nightmare.
This woman was stubborn and difficult and there were times I wondered if I could throw her off a cliff and get away with it because the peace it would bring to my life would be bliss. And then somehow, I was always reminded that I knew I wouldn’t be able to live without her.
It wasn’t the way I planned it. In the back of my mind, I’d planned something more romantic for my first declaration. Quentin deserved a fairy-tale moment that she could look back on in years to come, but nothing ever went to plan when I was with her.
The words bellowed through the room, shattering the lights and the vases until debris littered the floor.
“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, YOU INSUFFERABLE WOMAN!”
I imagined most people thought about the moment that the first declaration of love was made would be done in some cute way. That it’d be a tender moment.
As per usual, for Gray and myself, it was a moment of pure chaos.
I felt the words reverberate around us and ice water was tipped through my veins, dousing the fire that coursed through them, moments before.
Gray just confessed he loved me.
My heart was hammering in my chest as I looked at him. Every ounce of anger I had was flushed out of me by a range of emotions. Confusion, panic, disbelief. You name them, and I was feeling them.
There was a knock on the door that broke me out of my thoughts, and Gray reined himself in enough that his aura disappeared.
“Who the fuck is here at gone midnight?” he hissed, unhappy with the interruption.
A flash of panic ran through me. I’d only had one previous time where there had been a knock on the door at such an unsociable hour. That was the police on the night that my parents died.
“No. No.”
My mind ran through the people around me and who it could be. The knock came louder again.
Gray must have sensed my panic because he strode past me to get to the door, and I chased after him.
He wrenched the door open. “Can I help you?”
I got myself to his side, and my heart stopped.
This had to be a joke.
