Page 58 of Fractured

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Just then I felt her.

She entered the room, and my gaze went to her.

And for the first time in as long as I can remember, her gaze didn’t immediately find mine... What. The. Fuck?

Instead, she looked at Wolf with a fucking smile on her face and asked, “Beer or tea?”

He winked, “Since we’re on the bike, I’ll take tea.”

She nodded, then turned around and headed back to the kitchen.

I felt eyes on me, but all I could do was stare into the hallway she had disappeared down and recall his words.Since we’re on the bike, I’ll take tea.

Since. We’re. On. The. Bike.

I growled.

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I sat there at the table as the two of them laughed about something, and it took everything I had not to say or do something.

Until he leaned over and kissed her temple, I slammed my fork down on the table.

Everyone’s eyes came to me, except the ones that I wanted.

Those cyan-colored eyes.

Talia didn’t look at me. No, she kept right on talking to Wolf.

Could I take him?

Maybe.

If it were for anyone other than Talia, I wouldn’t even try it.

But for Talia... I would throw the fuck down.

Yeah, I’m a fucking hypocrite. I can’t have her, and I don’t want anyone else to have her.

To have all that light.

To have her smile.

Her winks.

Her fucking kisses.

I was quiet all throughout the rest of dinner.

No one had bothered to comment on it.

Thank fuck.

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Then I watched as he led her to his fucking motorcycle.

He climbed on after he handed her a helmet.

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