ANGEL'S POV:
There was a reason I never thought about Christian for two years. He was a mistake. One that consumed my mind at every waking second I spent in Carter's arms.
His icy gray eyes. Intense and haunting. That slow sexy smile he loved to wear. And of course, the blood that coated his skin when I ran.
Somehow, that scene had permanently etched itself to my memory.
It drove me mad with anger and disgust that I'd let myself roll in bed with a man who had a relation with my mother's murderers, that I had tossed away my relationship with Carter just to quench a single desire that had been conceived from a stupid dare.
I glared harshly at the white tiled walls of the bathroom. The cold water freely falling from the shower head did not nearly extinguish the scalding resentment that c
