He leaned against the door as he listened to her recount the events of the night he'd slept through. The name immediately caught his attention. "Was she okay?" He was worried about her, never meant for her to see him like that. Hell, he never meant for anyone to see him like that. The thought alone made him mentally curse.
Then there was that name. Creed. It made his eyes gleam the eerie onyx again. But only for a split second. His voice was a deep menacing growl and his knuckles itched, slowly building to a unbearable burn. "Did she say where he was?"
Taking a deep breath he forced himself to calm down. Right now he wanted to punch something. He didn't know why, but that name sent a quiver of rage down his back. And he wanted to know why. "Do you have it?"
Wade, another name that rung a bell, only he had no clue why. "How is it possible in the course of a single night my past has gotten complicated when I knew so fucking little about it?" He closed his eyes and hung his head. Which meant it was only going to suffice to make his future no less that torturous.