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His head rears back in shock. “Two? I know about the graveyard, Princess. But is there something else I should know?” “Asshole,” I hiss. “It’s Theo, actually. Good guess, though.”
“Got caught in the storm.” “Oh, I didn’t realise it was raining mud.” He quirks a brow. “Don’t be a fucking smart-arse. It doesn’t suit you.” “Don’t be a hater, bro. We both know my arse is way smarter than yours.”
“You’re fucking telling me. Bitch still has my knife.” “Yeah, about that. How come you won’t even let me touch it, and she’s had it for what? Twelve hours?” “She’s a better lay than you,” I deadpan. “Funny, because I’m not sure I remember ever being your little bitch.” “I also don’t want to kill you with it. I’ll let her keep it for a bit if it lets her think she’s got the upper hand. But I will be getting it back, and it will have her blood on it.”
“Touch her and I’ll kill you.”
“How’d you figure that?” he mutters, reaching for his own bags and moving toward the door. “You cock-blocked me.” “It doesn’t count if it’s with your own hand, dickhead.” “Sure it does. Your voice made me lose my high.” “Stop talking.” “I was right at that moment. You know it, the point of no return, and then your voice just… killed it,” I say, fighting a smirk.
“This could have been a really bad idea,” Calli whisper-shouts beside me so I can hear her over the music. “Never. Hold your head high. Every guy looking at you right now wants you. Remember that.” “I can assure you, there are a few who don’t.” I follow her line of sight and find four very pissed-off looking guys staring up the stairs and right at Calli.
“I was asleep, asshole, and I was clearly having a nightmare.” “Oh, it sounded and looked terrifying.” Trailing a finger down her chest toward her still bare tits, I whisper, “Your skin is still flushed from the fear.”
“I hate you.” I smile. “I know, isn’t it fun?”
“Hey, you,” she purrs. “Uh…” I hesitate as my brain tries to catch up with her personality disorder.
“Why the fuck do you care, anyway? You hate me, remember?” “Yeah,” I mutter. “Can’t fucking stand the sight of you.” My body collides with hers a beat before her back slams against the wall behind her.
