Kade

Slumping into my chair, a heavy sigh left my lips as I glanced at Esmeralda who lay asleep on my bed, her blood staining the white sheets.

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey on my table, gulping down its content, not minding the burning effect it had on my throat.

It was hot. Like fire.

I was on fire! Except the fire was anger.

Raw anger boiled in my blood the moment I locked my gaze with Esmeralda who looked like she had seen a ghost when she saw me.

More anger washed through me when I remembered telling her the boundaries in the house the night she came....