Maisie
Soren didn't even react. He just laid there and took it with a startled expression, which only made me angrier. I wanted to hurt him like he'd hurt me. I wanted him to feel it. I wanted to cut his heart out and feed it to him.
I was seeing red.
My fist had only just risen to strike him when Quinlan yanked me off Soren successfully.
I couldn't see or hear anything past the anger and the roaring in my head. The last few months flashed behind my eyes like a broken reel. Every harsh word, every cold shoulder, every humiliation.
The memories dragged down my spine like knives when I twisted and saw Quinlan.
The girls they brought home. The moans that bled through the walls at night. Lana's hand sliding up Jericho's thigh. The pool. Tessa pressed against the glass while Mercer fucked her, knowing I could see. The bruises and love bites Soren left on her skin.
