Chapter 27

Phoebe "Phoebe?" he called, startling me. My temper sparked as my previous anger gripped me, threatening to roar back to life. But I knew better than to subject myself to my raging emotions. It was only a matter of time. Patience was all I needed. My teeth clenched in disgust as his shaky hands touched mine. Those firm hands that I loved to touch now turned cancer to me, "What?" He shuddered, surprised at my harsh voice, "Are...are you alright?" his voice quivered and his breathing turned erratic. "I am." I replied, surprised by how dangerously calm my voice was. "But you hurt me." his eyes roamed my face, checking for emotions, but fear and disappointment flashed through his eyes when he found none. I would have torn you apart. My eyes met his pierced skin. It was healed, but only the traces of dried blood remained. "Really?" I asked with lack of interest. He adjusted beside me. "What did I tell you about hurting people? And what are you supposed to do?" My blood boiled in anger as th