His teeth grind the more he stares at it. Red. Fucking. Roses. Of all the damn colors to send somebody, Tenz Jer'sey had to choose the one that makes his stomach churn and eyes sting. His fist tightens further. Red. The color that's supposed to be used by lovers.

Is that what he's after? He didn't want her before, so now that he has her, he's getting cold feet? The idea of Tenz Jer'sey so much as touching Kyoline Diego once more, of him being close enough to hear the sound of her laughter in a room, of him hearing the noises she makes when she climaxes, turns his stomach...