“And you three could have made me look better instead of trying to cock block my bonding time.”
“Bonding time!” Rome lashes out and is storming over to me from across the bedroom with rage booming into his every step.
Each of these men seem to have a love-hate relationship with logic. Logic tumbles out, and rage rolls right on in during the blink of an eye.
It’s true for Roman, and it’s true even for Avian. Speaking of, Avian flashes between myself and his friend so fast I don’t know if I could spot his superhuman speed if he warned me first.
Not that he ever does.
His palms slam into Roman’s chest, and his fingers spread wide as the two of them seethe unshed aggression into the heated breaths between them.
“Move,” is all Roman says on a gravelly growl.
Avian’s glare becomes slightly less violent, and his silver eyes sparkle with the affection he always hoards in that shining knight heart of his.
“Calm down,” Avian whispers, and I can feel the moment his hands turn from being a defense stance to an intimate stance. It’s in how the tension in his hard lined shoulders and back melt into total calm. It’s like he just wants to feel Roman’s heartbeat against his fingertips rather than nearly shoving him away.
Maybe it’s both.
Roman’s pale eyes are still hard piercing when he looks at me from over his friend’s shoulder. I hold that stare for as long as he lets me. I hold it for so long the anger between us fades, edging little by little into begrudging understanding.
But the real thing is, why does he care? Why does he care if I die? If I die, they continue on. They find a new me. And their ultimate goal is still intact.
I’m the one risking something.
I have a purpose here. And I’m not about to fail it.
“We need real plotting. I need in on the actual destination for this little adventure you’ve pulled me in to.”
“No,” Zilo says, surprising me with the gruff rumble of his tone that I had nearly forgotten he was capable of. We were making such progress with his kindness.
Where are his glasses? Why has he taken off his reading glasses that were clearly what helped with his personality.
Right now, it’s shit. This personality is shit; I much prefer the other.
“No?” I cock my head to the right like I can’t fathom holding it up while he disrespects me so blatantly.
“No,” he enunciates. “You’re not authorized. Another person knowing our full plan, is another person willing to repeat it.”
“You think I’d rat on you?”
The synchronization of all three men shrugging at the same time burns disgust all through me.
Woooow.
I expected this childish distrust from Roman. Maybe from Zilo too if I’m honest…but Avian? Avian doesn’t trust me.
I may as well be alone here.
“You three came to me. I didn’t beg you to take me to the fucking pits of hell.”
“Might as well have. What else did you have waiting in your future?” Roman cuts that statement out so hard it hurts. It sinks into my chest like a knife with the honesty of it all bleeding into me.
“Fuck you.” My jaw grinds shut, and I want nothing more than to kick him in his dick and walk away.
But I have nowhere to walk to.
And it’s clear Roman’s entirely dickless anyway.
