“You lying and coming up with psychological garbage to deny what we have definitely doesn’t. In fact, it pisses me the fuck off.”
A gust of wind causes the hairs on my nape to stand on end. This dark version of him makes me apprehensive to a point I’ve never felt before.
And yes, I totally lied earlier. The dark, unhinged side of Killian terrifies the fuck out of me.
Still, I manage to say, “We don’t have anything. We’re not in a relationship.”
He lifts a shoulder. “Whether it’s a relationship or not means jack shit to me. That label holds no importance.”
“Then what does?”
“The fact that you’re mine.”
“I’m n—” The word dies in my throat when he suddenly blocks my path, his eyes shining with venomous intent.
He slowly shakes his head. “Don’t finish that word unless you’re in the mood to anger me.”
I swallow the drool that gathered in my mouth, but my chin remains high. “You can’t force me to become yours.”
“Watch me.”
“I’ll fight every step of the way.”
“By all means. It’d make the end result sweeter.”
“I hate you.”
“Let me search for the fucks I have to give.” He pretends to study his surroundings. “See? None.”
I push past him and stomp for a while before I force myself to remain calm and walk normally.
Killian fucking Carson catches up to me—of course—and casually asks, “Why are you in a hurry? Shouldn’t you enjoy our second date?”
“Secondwhat?”
“Date. It could be considered the third, but I have a feeling you don’t think of that first meeting on the cliff as a date.”
“No shit.”
“So that makes the firefly lake our first date and this one our second.”
“A date happens in a restaurant or a fun place where I wouldn’t feel on the edge every second.”
“Aren’t those the type of dates boring couples who have to fake orgasms for each other go to? Besides, you had fun both times. Don’t attempt denying it.”
“Oh yeah, being threatened all the time issofun.”
“I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t acting difficult, so maybe you’re the one who’s blocking yourself from having fun.”
“I can’t believe this. So it’s my fault now?”
“I didn’t say that.” He grins. “You did.”
The audacity of this bastard is seriously out of this world. Just when I’m thinking about the best insult to come up with, we reach a clearing. A vast piece of land covered by grass comes into view and in the distance sits a small building.
The security building that if we reach, we win.
Killian doesn’t seem focused on that, and I suppress the feeling of desperation as we continue walking at a steady pace.