I slammed my hand against the steering wheel, sending sparks flying as my emotions took control. I’d never been more furious with myself. What was I thinking? Why didn’t I stay with Shadow and give myself a few minutes to calm down so we could talk about things like adults? Why did I have to be such a bitch? “Yeah, right. Anytime.” How much damage must I have done to make him talk to me like that? Not so much his words, which could be taken different ways. No, the sickening guilt in my stomach was caused by the tone he used. The anger and hurt that came through. The flatness, the clipped words. And oh Goddess, the door slam. What had I done? “Are you planning on coming inside, or should I bring your breakfast out here?” Amber stood on the porch, arms crossed, giving me her sarcastic calling-you-a-dumbass face. And I was; I absolutely was a dumbass for this one. Still, I flipped her off and grabbed my keys, trudging past her when I reached the porch.
