Chapter 9
The Open Door
***EPOV
I pulled away from her so fast that in a blur, I ended up slamming against the hallway wall.
Isabella, as I knew her name to be, was still looking at me.
Those eyes were wicked.
Different.
Too wide and unavoidable.
Anger rushed through me.
The fire blasted straight at it, attempting to overcome the anger. It only mixed with it, the erupting becoming more catastrophic to my nerves.
Was this how she had tempted the others? Was this some sort of game?
Why the hell could I only hear her when we touched?
Had I even heard her?
Was my obviously failing mind playing tricks on me?
With the lack of blood currently not in your head...very possible. Just saying.
I was speechless. Couldn't even think. I knew rationally what was happening to me but fought the admittance of that with all I was worth.
The girl before me seemed to slowly curl into herself. With an unsureness that seemed completely uncharacteristic to anything I had seen in the last half hour, she walked away from me.
Two doors down.
Delicate, tiny, shaking hands fumbled with the keys.
Opened the door.
With a long-suffering sigh she turned to look at me over her shoulder.
And annoyed the fuck out of me all over again.
"Well, since I'm stuck with your annoying ass until my inevitable demise, are you gonna come in?"
I thought getting cursed out didn't turn you on before? Based on that logic, why the hell did the whole 'annoying ass' part cause more...You're swollen.
You're full of shit.
No I'm not.
Shut it.
You're the one arguing with yourself.
FUCK!
