Chapter Eight

He looked furious. His eyes burned with a rage that threatened to consume everything in its path. I stared, my heart beating faster and faster as he walked toward me. What was going on? Had I done something wrong? Why was he so mad? Was he mad at me?

Before he could get to me though, Natasha blocked his path. I watched her caress his cheek, then slide her fingers down his chest. I felt the anger rising in me. Even though I knew it was irrational, even though I knew he wasn’t mine and I had no right to be upset that another woman was touching him,...