“It’s not his fault, I made him.”
I scoff, “You’re no taller than five three little bird and weigh what, a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, you’re telling me youmadehim.”
She rolls her eyes, “Don’t be a sexist pig!” she snaps. There’s so much fire in her eyes, so much heat warring with anger, “I will hit you.”
“And I’ll like it,” I growl back.
“You two are fucked up,” Ryker huffs, collapsing down into the chair, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket.
My hands shake with the unleashed anger but when Wren steps forward, no less angry and presses her palm to the centre of my chest, over the dried blood and against my rampaging heartbeat it sizzles. I stare down at her, nostrils flaring, trying to keep hold of those last remaining scraps of my anger. Anger is easy. You understand it.
This fucking feeling in my chest, this is not easy.
This is a complication. A mess. A distraction.
But I still raise my hand and place it over hers as I drag her closer with my other one. I press my lips to hers, a contrast to the war in my body and she kisses me back.
I’m in so much fucking trouble with this woman. So much so I’m not sure either of us are going to come out of this alive.
Wren
I feel his tension building in his muscles, the anger rolling off him in waves that send shivers down my spine. His knuckles are split, blood splattered across his skin. I guess that now matches the rest of him. His white shirt is speckled in rust coloured spots and I have no doubt his jacket and pants would be too, I just can’t see it because they’re black.
Why doesn’t that repulse me?
I slip my fingers between two of his shirt buttons, feeling the searing heat of his skin against the pads of my fingers. His heartbeat is steady and strong, pulsing under my touch. He looks down at me, hoods of his eyes lowered, the silver of his eyes glowing.
Slowly, so very slowly, the corners of his mouth tip up in a resemblance of a smile. One brow cocks and he leans in, his breath whispering against my skin as his lips brush against the lobe of my ear.
“Did you miss me little bird?” He whispers so only I can hear.
Ryker is still grumbling behind me but in this moment we’re alone, just him and me. Tingles run through my body chaotically, warming me, or perhaps they’re warning me.
My nails bite into the firm skin on his chest and he retaliates by nipping my ear, scraping his teeth across the skin. Before I can lose myself in him, before I can forget everything I know is right, he pulls away and levels me with a look that tells me he is less than impressed.
“Where did you go today, little bird?”
“The store,” I shrug pulling my hand back and curling my fingers into the palm of my hand.
“And what did you need at the store that someone else couldn’t have gotten you? Do you understand how much danger you’re currently in?”
He’s speaking to me like I’m a child. And it annoys the shit out of me.
“Dangeryouput me in,” I retort.
His eyes narrow, “Don’t push me right now.”
I scoff, “I had to go to the store seeing as I am female and females tend to have cycles. I required products to stop me bleeding all over your pretty furniture.”
“That doesn’t explain why someone else couldn’t have gone.”
I laugh out loud, the sound so violent in the quiet of the kitchen that I make myself jump, “Oh I’m sorry, your right hand over here can shoot people and torture them but he can’t seem to go out and buy feminine products without turning green.”
Lex’s lips twitch as he fights his smile. He looks over my head to Ryker and I turn around, seeing him shrug. Pathetic.
“So what are you waiting for?” He presses.
I sigh. I wanted to phone Griffin the moment we got back to the house but Ryker wouldn’t give me his phone or the number. Granted, I saw his reasoning but still, I was getting fed up being told what to do.
“I saw someone today, someone I used to be friends with. He told me to contact him if we wanted more information.”
“It’s a trap.” Lex grunts.
“You’re all very paranoid, you know that?” I cock a hand on my hip. “I trust Griffin.” Kind of.
“Griffin?” Lex’s eyes pin me in place.
Oh boy. Here we go.