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“Oh, I know exactly what you mean. But you’re wrong. I had no problem with you until you walked in here thinking you knew everything.”
“How? I was simply existing and you decided you hated me.”
“I never said I hated you.”
“Actions speak louder than words, and yours shouted it from the top of a fucking mountain.” Dangerous. I wasn’t trying to broach that topic, but the one time we’d slept together was in the forefront of our minds now. And the aftermath. It hadn’t been bloody, but it had been emotionally excruciating.
“Maybe next time you’ll think before you speak, huh, Killer?”
“You egotistical son of a—” Before I could get my insult out, he had reached out and hauled me against him, a hand clapping over my mouth.
Oh, hell no.
I fought like a woman possessed, rage taking over, accompanied by a healthy dose of survival instinct. I couldn’t breathe, since his big ass hand was covering my nose, too. All because he didn’t want me to call him a son of a bitch?
He moved us into an open classroom silently, using the hand not covering my mouth to gently close the door. It latched shut with a soft snick that echoed in the empty room. I took advantage of his single handed hold to elbow him in the gut with all my strength. He let out a tiny oof. Meanwhile I cradled my shattered elbow, already mourning the loss of mobility. It was a worthless meat sleeve now, never to bend again.
And he still had his fucking hand over my mouth.
I screamed against the palm, but he didn’t release me.
“Shut the fuck up.” The growl was against my ear and sent a shiver coursing through me. He didn’t sound angry, but there was intensity there. “Be quiet and I’ll let go. Can you do that?”
Still furious, but now also curious at his abrupt actions, I nodded.
He slowly drew his hand away as if he was afraid I might scream anyway. I resisted the urge to bite the shit out of him. The bastard, he’d probably like it.
“What the fuck?” My hissed demand was low, but seemed like a shout. My own voice was the only thing I heard, but Varon was intently focused on the door, no longer paying attention to me now that he’d released me. “Varon!”
“What part of shut the fuck up do you not comprehend. Someone’s out there and we shouldn’t be here.”
“Why—”
“Hush, dammit.”
My scowl could have burned his eyes from his sockets if he had deigned to actually look at it, but he was still staring at the door. Or beyond it. His focus was so intense that his muscles had gone rigid and I could feel tension wafting off of him.
I stepped in close so he could hear my breathed question. “What is it, Varon? Who’s out there.”
“I’m not sure.” His voice was as low as mine, and for a second, I thought he might spring for the door and fling it open on whoever was approaching.
Instead, he grabbed me just as quickly as before. In a blink, we were in a closet that housed extra books and some cleaning tools.
Actually, calling the tiny space a closet was an exaggeration. It was more of a random cutout in the wall that someone had thought it would be funny to put a door on. I shifted in his hold, my back being prodded by the handle of what must be a broom or a mop.
“Stop.” The harsh whisper was accompanied by a ferocious squeeze and I did as instructed. Thankfully, I’d moved enough to dislodge the broom handle from my kidney, but I was still pressed tightly against the shelves behind me. I couldn’t step away, though, because Varon was just as tightly pressed against my front. Him being in this closet alone would have been a laughable endeavor.
Both of us? Fucking absurd.
I was about to demand answers again when I heard the door to the classroom open and footsteps enter the room. More than two feet. Which meant that whoever had entered wasn’t alone.
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Alvina. I’ve done what I can to ensure that she’s prepared, but I can only do so much without revealing to her why you want the extra preparation.”
“Elias, this is a time-sensitive situation. If I don’t reach out soon, we’ll have to wait until the next solstice for them to emerge.”
“You could send an emissary.”
“What are the chances that I’d receive the credit then? No, anyone with any sense would claim responsibility for her discovery. If I want out of here, I can’t risk it.”
