Cadence smoked slowly as he leaned against the car, his shoulders tense. He couldn't understand why his chest burned with this restless anger. Usually, the feeling came when someone had the nerve to stare at Melody a little too long or when some fool thought they could flirt with her. That was when the urge to destroy rose in him like fire. But tonight was different. Max hadn't even looked at Melody, hadn't done a thing to provoke him, yet jealousy coiled in his gut as if he had been challenged.
He dragged in a breath of smoke, letting it sit heavy in his lungs before releasing it into the night air. The bitter taste only sharpened the edge of his mood. His glare stayed fixed on the restaurant entrance, every second that passed making him feel more uneasy, more restless, as though something was about to snap.
