Chapter 8

• TXUNAMY POV
• Tears welled up in my eyes as I forcefully brushed past him. Not only had he carelessly spilled coffee on me, but he had also managed to momentarily distract me from the errand I had been sent on, and from my silent musings.
• He had also given me an avenue to vent my frustrations. I despised having to speak to anyone in the manner I had just spoken to him, but that had been my one chance to let off some of the pent-up steam that had been building within me.