#Chapter 67: Vulnerable

Nicholas “I need to replace this damn couch,” I grumbled. I shifted on the couch in my study, the old leather and shitty springs creaking beneath my weight as I attempted to stretch out. It was a useless effort, and the light of the moon shining through the sheer curtains felt blinding, even when I draped my arm over my eyes. To make matters worse, it was freezing in here; the fire in the corner had long since died out, but I hadn’t bothered to light it again. But despite the cold, the frustration bubbling beneath my skin felt unbearably hot. I could feel it crawling up my spine, wrapping around my ribs and settling deep in my chest like fire spreading through me. It hadn’t left me since earlier today. Since I had found her with him. Noah. The memory of his hand brushing against hers, her slender arms wrapped around his neck and his face buried in her hair, made something sharp twist in my gut. I grit my teeth, trying to shove it aside, but i