Chapter 42. How The Tables Turn

KADE 

I didn't know why, I couldn't explain it, I didn't want to describe it, or put a name to it, but I was angry. Furious, even. I hated Medea with an intense passion right now and there was nothing more I wanted to do than to–

I paused in my tracks, looking down at my shoes. 

Do what, Kade? Why was this affecting me so much? Everything she said had gone straight to my head and made a space there. 

I hated it. 

Just because I couldn't think straight when her scents surrounded me doesn't mean I should continue acting mindlessly. It doesn't mean I should cave to my insane, intense desire. 

I had to get my shit together, for Christ's sake. 

But all those tough talks in my head didn't quench that flame of anger in my chest. No, it actually increased. And it made me madder. 

I was mad at myself, mad at Belladonna, and just mad at the damn world. I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't want this. This… the