Chapter 50 I Must Beat Him To It

Graham’s Point Of View I watched him go. The cigarette smoke curled into the night like a dark flag and Jaxx’s silhouette melted into the shadows until he was just a memory in the shape of a man. My hands tightened without my permission, fingers balling into fists until the knuckles cracked. Fury heat-stung behind my eyes… hot and stupid and immediate. That bastard. How dare he? Who the hell did he think he was, barging into our night like he owned the air Elena breathed? My face throbbed where his fist had hit me, a dull, aching ache that burned in the bones and made light flare at the edges of my vision when I moved too fast. I tasted copper when I licked my lips. The blood had already dried in the corner of my mouth; the skin over my cheek tingled with the map of his knuckles. I let out a low groan, the sound more animal than man. “You’ll pay for this, Jaxx,” I muttered to the empty night even as I felt ridiculous saying it out loud. The words were small, inadequate, but I needed th