Hartley looked offended. “What does my ego have anything to do with anything? You kissed me.”
“Hartley-” Cisco said through clenched teeth, his voice wavering. He looked about his office. It was the room he transformed for Violet. The desk sat in the corner, and her purple bedspread brightened the room. How was Violet? Was she even alive? Emotions were running rampant and he felt the power building up within him but he wouldn’t let it out. He couldn’t let it out. If he did, he probably would level half the city. Instead of releasing the power, Cisco slammed his fists down on his desk. “Just shut up!!” He screamed, his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed tightly shut.