My blood boils and my fists clench on either side of me.
The thought of Silver having Aiden all to herself shouldn’t bother me.
After all, I’m the one who pushed him away.
Still, a green monster rears his head out.
It’s like a compulsion under my skin.
A prisoner that needs to be set free.
I want to pull Silver by that perfect hair and bash her head to the ground as she kicks and screams — before she finally grows silent.
That’s… a scary thought.
A compelling awareness snaps my eyes to the side.
Aiden was watching the window a second ago. Now, his grey clouds bore into me, watching my heating face and my clenching fist.
Then, slowly, too slowly, a smirk tilts his lips.
Oh, fuck.
11
Elsa
I should’ve known better.
I really, really should’ve known better.
My skin prickles as I approach the car park and see them.
Aiden and Silver.
She opens the door and slides into his Ferrari. Silver sits in the passenger seat that used to belong to me.
The urge to go in there and smash her face to the metal overwhelms me. I want — no, I need — to wipe that smug expression off her face for good.
It’s strange how I have all these violent thoughts about Silver when I’m not a violent person.
Aiden wears the usual poker face as he takes the driver’s seat. It doesn’t take long for the car’s engine to rev to life.
Does Silver feel the same excitement I felt at the roar of the engine? Is he taking her hand in his and placing it on his lap?
My feet itch to go after them, open the car’s door, and pull Silver out kicking and screaming.
I bite the knife with its blood, but I don’t move.
Aiden is doing this on purpose after seeing my reaction to Silver this morning.
He knows she gets under my skin and like the usual arsehole, he’s using it in his favou
r.
It’s a mindfuck. A way to pull a reaction out of me.
But he won’t get what he wants.