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Page 78 of Promises in the Dark

I nodded, trying to play it cool, like I didn’t give a shit that she was here.

Actually, I gave. Many.

Fuck, she was a sight for sore eyes, even with that dickhead of an ex trailing behind her like a sad, whipped dog.

“Look who decided to grace us with her presence,” I muttered to Pyro, nodding in Red’s direction.

Pyro snorted, his eyes flickering with amusement. “Looks like trouble,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly.

“Always is,” I agreed, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

I should’ve expected the whole circus, but seeing Red’s sorry excuse for a man stroll into the gym still caught me off guard.

He had one hell of a shiner blossoming on his left eye, the skin around it a nasty shade of purple. I couldn’t help but smirk as I remembered landing that punch. The bastard had it coming.

I thought for sure Red would scream, run to get help, report my ass to the captain. I mean, I went to town on that motherfucker, giving him what he deserved and then some. I expected Red to be the first one to rat me out to my captain, but there she was, helping him up like he was some saint.

What the hell was she playing at? Was she planning to shank me in the back when I least expected it? The question buzzed in my head like a swarm of angry wasps.

Whatever.

I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I was trying to protect her, trying to make sure that scumbag never laid a finger on her again, and she was just standing there, looking at me with those big, doe eyes, like I was the bad guy. LikeIwas the fucking monster here.

Maybe I was.

I mean, it made sense, right? She had every reason to turn me in. I had just beat the living shit out of her ex, and now here she was, acting like it was just another fucking Tuesday.

Pyro spat on the ground, the phlegm hitting the floor with a wet splat.

“Ready to show these noobs how it’s done?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

I grunted, setting down the dumbbells with a clatter. My fists itched with the memory of pounding that cunt into the ground. But what surprised me the most was the fact that he was still standing here, looking like he just crawled out of a sewer.

Lovely. His face was like a smashed pumpkin.

His gaze dropped to the ground like the coward he was, probably hoping I wouldn’t notice him.

Oh, but I fucking did.

Pyro noticed my gaze and followed it, his eyes narrowing when he saw who it was. “Easy there, Rogue,” he warned, voice low. “We got a job to do, remember?”

“Yeah,” I barked back, cracking my knuckles.

We made our way over to the group of medics, who looked like they’d never held anything heavier than a scalpel.

And Red—fuck me—Red was driving me insane without even trying. She kept touching her neck, right where her necklace used to be before those Tali assholes snatched it. Every time her fingers brushed against her skin, my mind went straight into the gutter.

Focus, Rogue.

But all I could think about was Red’s neck, her delicate fingers trailing along the smooth skin. God, I wanted to be the one touching her there, tracing every inch of where that damn necklace used to hang.

Get your shit together, you idiot.

“Alright, you bunch of sorry asses,” Pyro bellowed, stepping up in front of the group of medics like they owed him money. “Me and Rogue here,” he jerked a thumb in my direction, “we’re gonna whip your sorry asses into shape. So line the fuck up.”

I shot him a look, but he just winked back at me before dividing the group into two.

“I’ll take the prick,” he muttered under his breath. “Don’t want you accidentally snapping his neck, Rogue.”


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