“So, my little curse is running?” He mutters to himself, turning to leave.
“Or her psychotic mother has her!” I snap, exasperated. “You do realize there is a literal war happening? One where the universe could end. And you don’t want to help?”
I try to keep the incredulous tone out of my voice.
I fail spectacularly.
The titan is already striding to the doorway as he speaks, clearly done with this conversation. “Your war is trivial. You don’t need my help, nor do I have time for you. But if you do manage to completely fuck it up, I’ll ensure Need gets what’s coming to her.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Do try not to die.” Almost as an afterthought, he adds, “You’re the first person I’ve come across without titan blood that is even slightly interesting.”
With that, he’s gone, and the room bursts back to life.
Chapter 41
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule forty-one:If you’re going to dry-hump in public, try not to get caught.
You’d think the others would be grateful after not getting blown up by a titan.
Apparently not.
Sure, that might be because I don’t think they know the invader was a titan, but still, count your blessings, people.
Everyone looks shaken but alive. Ragna is giving Morgana a rundown of what just happened, and the others listen on with rapt attention.
More than happy to let Ragna handle the recounting, I turn my attention back to Sin. His initial shock has faded, and now he’s openly glaring – at me.
Blinking, I take in his clenched jaw and the way he keeps looking between me and where the titan wasstanding. His livid expression worsens every time he does it.
While my initial reaction is to swallow nervously – because I’ve somehow managed to piss him off – it takes me all of two heartbeats to remember that I have nothing to be sorry for.
I just took on a freaking titan.
My badass bitch status is officially reinstated.
“Why don’t we take a break for lunch while we get a new door installed?” Morgana’s voice registers as a distant echo.
Something shifts in Sin’s expression, like he’s been debating a very important question, and he’s just made a decision. His glare sharpens, and he prowls toward me with predatory intent.
My pulse flutters, and I ignore the way heat pulses through me.
Nope, not going there.
Instead, I arch a brow, intent on asking if he’s having another mood swing.
He reaches me in two steps, but he doesn’t slow his stride. Instead, he sweeps me over his shoulder in one fluid motion.
The world tilts, and I’ve only just registered that I’m now staring at his very toned ass, but by then, he’s already leaving the room.
Catcalls follow us, and I’m pretty sure they’re coming from Conner, Sarah, Arianna, and Damien.
Flushing, I twist to glare up at the back of his head. “Sin, what the hell are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer as he continues down the hall, away from the noise.
Rolling my eyes at his high-handed attitude, I start squirming, trying to wriggle free. It shouldn’t be too difficult, since he only has one arm around my thighs.
