His left arm rested on the table, and her fingers playfully walked up his muscled forearm as she spoke. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut and wanted to throw up. So shooting you is okay but talking to another girl makes you sick? I couldn’t speak, so I grabbed Alec’s arm before he could leave. He followed my gaze to the corner table.“Oh, her,” Alec said.She looked up and noticed us staring. Her eyes fixed on mine and something flashed across her face before she removed her hand from James’ arm.My heart beat like crazy in my chest. I was so mad at myself for believing that even after everything he did to me, James still cared about me. You shouldn’t be mad at yourself; you should be mad at him. He shot you, remember? Anger welled up and I grabbed a full mug from the nearest table, ignoring the protests of its owner. I stormed over to the table.Alec yelled something that I couldn’t hear because my ears throbbed with rage. James swiveled around, and the red-haired girl’s eyes widened.
