But I don’t.
I’m not supposed to lose control or revel in violence.
It’s not the first time I have, though, and it won’t be the last.
Usually, it’s in defense of Blaze, but this time…
Pandora is every bit as important to me as Blaze is. I should have taken photos of Marcus and Rich to show Pandora my own predilections toward violence. I want to show her that like Blaze, I’d do anything for her.
I get off the bus at the stop near the house we’re renting, and I’m still lost in my thoughts when I head inside. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good fight, and my adrenaline has my heart racing.
I stop short when I see Blaze sitting on the couch in the living room.
He looks freshly showered, his hair still damp and a towel around his neck. He has his feet up on the coffee table.
As soon as Blaze hears me, he sets his tablet aside and glances in my direction.
“Hey,” he says.
There’s something off about his voice.
I frown at him. “What’s wrong?” I ask, instantly on edge. “No one went after you too, did they?”
The idea of Keegan’s lackeys going at Blaze directly has my blood boiling, and I wish I’d slammed Marcus’s head harder against that glass.
He deserves worse than a concussion.
My thoughts flick back to the smear of blood.
Broken bones would’ve been better, more tangible, something to leave a lasting impression.
I might not have Blaze’s money or power, but I’m not helpless.
“Huh? No.” Blaze tilts his head at me. “I was with Pandora.”
“Is she okay?” I ask, my hackles still up. “If those fuckers went after her again…”
The need to spill more blood howls inside of me, threatening to break loose.
“Uh.” Blaze grimaces. “No, probably not. Considering she provoked me into attacking her.”
I freeze. “She… You didwhat?” I demand. “What the fuck, Blaze? You attacked her?” I spin around on my heel. “I’m going to check on her.”
“I don’t think she’s up for more sex after how hard I pounded her,” Blaze says. “Trust me, shewantedme to choke her and slap her around.”
I stop.
Yeah, that sounds like Pandora, but the question iswhy.
“Was she just in the mood for rough sex, or is she…” I trail off.
Is she what?
Losing it?
What do we have to do to protect her from herself?
“No fucking clue.” Blaze shifts on the couch and drops his arm across the back. “Sit down, Asch. After you take those shoes off, because I don’t want to step into gross street crud.”
