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She lays on top of Tucker, her body protecting him. “If you want to hurt him, you’ll have to go through me,” she says, passion burning in her eyes.
My human chair lifts, setting me down gently. “And if you touch my sister, Justin, I’ll make you disappear forever.”
Justin meets Branson’s glare with one of his own. His eyes drop to Tucker before he stalks off.I drop next to Tucker, and his eyes flick open.“That wasn’t supposed to happen.” He grins.
“Idiot,” I whisper, slipping my shirt off—don’t panic, there is a sports bra underneath—and I wipe the blood off his lip.
Turning to Emerald, I give her a small smile. “Will you get him cleaned up?”
She nods frantically before helping him up. I watch them walk away, Tucker reassuring her that he is fine and that he appreciates the heroic act but to never do it again.
“Come walk with me,” Branson says, intertwining our hands.
Chapter 9
@BransonLexington: “Obsessions are like opinions; everyone has one and they’re usually wrong.”
Branson
Have you ever had an obsession? One you couldn’t act on for so long that when you finally reach it, outside force keeps you from it. It’s like starving a dog for a week and then dangling meat in front of its face and telling it not to eat it. Devour it. Destroy it.
Rayne Marshall. The name is like putty to all my cracks, making me whole. I never dreamed I’d connect with someone I’ve said around thirty words to.
There isn’t a lot I can say without getting my balls chopped off. Everything is monitored and they are watching. Always watching. Always deciding.
Her tiny hand is enveloped by mine. Her scent of strawberries and vanilla tickles my nose. It is the worst torture being this close to her.
Her strawberry blonde hair blows freely in the wind as we walk. Her pink, pouty lips turn up, grinning at me as I connect the freckles, that dance across her nose, with my eyes. She is breathtaking, so addicting I want to be high on her forever. I want to capture her. Hide her. Keep her for myself.
Does she know how sick I am about her?
She doesn’t, but she will. It’s hard to tame the beast inside me. He is down to one chain and soon, very soon, he will snap that chain and break free.
* * *
RAYNE
“Tell me something about you,” I say,noticing the cameras aren’t focused on us for once.
“Like what?” he says, looking down at me. The wind tosses his raven hair. The sun makes his tanned skin glow.
“Anything, so I don’t feel like I’m walking with a stranger I have weird sexual tension with.”
He laughs, squeezing my hand. “My favorite color is red. And I hate pickles.”
I throw my hands up, cutting him off. “Who hates pickles?”
“Lots of people,” he deadpans.
“I just… I can’t fathom this,” I sigh dramatically before releasing his hand and walking backward to face him.
He smiles. “What are you doing?”
“Trying not to walk with a sociopath.”
He laughs before his eyes go wide. “Rayne, Darling, don’t take another step back.”
Laughing, I do the opposite of what he told me not to do, and my foot slips. My eyes widen; my stomach drops. My body begins to tip back, the ground leaving from under me.
