Blade

Chapter 48: Livid

Blade

I replay the scene over and over again in my head.

The rage that consumes me, both physically and emotionally, feels like a living thing clawing its way through my chest. It’s nothing compared to the chaos of emotions that drag me closer to the edge, testing the limits of my sanity.

I can’t really put it into words, but it felt like someone ripped my heart out of my chest and ran over it with a truck, leaving nothing but pain and disbelief behind.

When her frightened eyes met mine, I couldn’t move or speak. My thoughts scattered, my body turned to stone, and it was as if every organ inside me stopped working. The only thing left alive was my gaze, trapped in that single, haunting moment that refused to fade.

My body feels like it’s burning from the inside out.

My heart is on fire, pounding so violently it hurts.

My sanity has completely abandoned me.

My fingers twitch, aching for blood.

Saying I’m angry would be an understatement. I’m fucking livid.

If it weren’t for the thin thread of self-control holding me back, I would have set that hotel ablaze until nothing remained but smoke and shattered glass.

My head throbs with the force of my rage, every pulse echoing in my skull. My entire body tingles with the flood of adrenaline racing through my veins.

I’m fucking fired up and ready to end some lives.

I slowly push the door open to her bedroom, the faint creak echoing through the quiet room as I step inside. My ribs tighten, and my chest feels heavy just looking at her sleeping form on the bed.

Her chest rises and falls with each soft breath, but the small, broken whine that escapes her lips cuts deeper than I expect. It makes it almost impossible to contain the rage sizzling beneath my skin.

She’s in pain.

It’s written all over her face, every flicker of discomfort twisting something inside me.

I hate seeing her like this. I don’t even know how to explain it, but the longer I watch her, the weaker I feel, as if her pain is crawling under my skin and settling in my veins.

She shifts, about to move to the other side of the bed, but suddenly stops and lets out a small gasp that makes my heart lurch in my chest.

Sienna doesn’t wake, her breathing soft as she stays lost in sleep. The faint streaks of dried tears on her cheek glisten in the dim light, telling me she cried herself to sleep.

I sit there, staring at her, wishing I could take away whatever pain that is tearing through her.

How I fucking wish I could ease that discomfort, make it stop, make her breathe easy again.

Why the hell am I feeling like this about her? It’s not lust, not the usual pull I know too well. It’s something else, something unfamiliar. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this before.

I swallow the lump rising in my throat and gently smooth the crease on her forehead with my fingers. Her skin feels warm beneath my touch.

I can only hope that damn doctor knows what he’s talking about when he said she’s fine and that the warmth is normal, not a fever waiting to spike.

She lets out another small whine, and a tear slips down her cheek. I bite back the growl threatening to escape and lower myself onto the bed beside her.