CLARE POV:
I was afraid that if I stayed too long, Reed might come again looking for me, and I wanted to avoid the embarrassment. So, after calming myself as best I could, I decided to walk out of the room. Only, to my surprise, it wasn't Reed I found. It was Blaze.
And damn, did he look mad.
I mean, really mad. His eyes were sharp, focused—dark, like a storm was brewing right beneath his skin. I didn't know what to think. Why the hell was he so fuming about this early in the morning? What happened to make him so tense?
I took a deep breath and asked, "Where's Reed?"
Blaze didn't answer right away. He was still standing there, not looking at me, his jaw ticking, the tension radiating off of him like heat from a furnace. His lips pressed into a tight line, and I could practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves.
"Could you please change?" Blaze finally said, his voice clipped, barely more than a growl. He still didn't look at me. "You reek of him."
