Chapter 40
- Cole
- I stormed downstairs, the memory of that woman’s lips still burning against mine, but my mind was no longer on her. Marcus. It had to be him. That conniving bastard.
- The crowd of bodies swarmed the bar, their laughter and chatter blending into a dull, static buzz in my head. My fists clenched as I scanned the room, blood boiling. Where is he?