Chapter 14

So I wasn’t afraid of male anger, knowing that no matter what form it took, I could defend myself against it.

That meant I didn’t jolt or shrink or feel like I was going to cry when someone was in my face and screaming.

Instead, I kind of just focused on how ridiculous their actions were. How they reminded me of the emotional regulation of a five-year-old instead of a fully grown man.

Peter, he always got red.

Liam kind of spat a little when he was yelling.

Elijah cursed so often when he was pissed that I actually started a mental ticker when he started talking.

It was only Vane’s anger that I even remotely worried about.

Unlike our other coworkers who ran hot and emotive, Vane was a cold sort of fury. Quiet. Unpredictable.

Or maybe I was just reading too much into shit, given our history, given the fact that we barely spoke since… well… all that shit went down.

I was sure he wasn’t happy that the biggest client we’d landed in six months wanted me, and only me, on the case. B