Graham’s Point Of View

I watched him go.

The cigarette smoke curled into the night like a dark flag and Jaxx’s silhouette melted into the shadows until he was just a memory in the shape of a man. My hands tightened without my permission, fingers balling into fists until the knuckles cracked. Fury heat-stung behind my eyes… hot and stupid and immediate. That bastard. How dare he? Who the hell did he think he was, barging into our night like he owned the air Elena breathed?

My face ...