Chapter 15 His Demons

• [Vance’s POV]
• I sit at my piano, staring at the blank music sheet in front of me, trying to will something to come to mind. However, with each passing minute I stare at it, my anger grows more and more, to the point where I know I’m not going to be able to compose a thing tonight. Not when that woman making out with another man haunts my thoughts.
• Who the fuck was she to think that she could just go about doing as she pleased after I marked her as my own? She had some gall, and when I found the one she was kissing, I was going to kill him with my bare hands.