“What the hell is wrong with you?” he growls again.
I tighten my hold, then shove him away and hit him once more.
He nearly goes down.
Nearly.
I’ll give him that, he has stamina… training.
Anyone else would already be unconscious.
He spits again and looks at me with pure fury, his face already beginning to bruise.
I exhale, satisfied.
“Let me guess,” he says coldly. “Your lunatic jealousy is acting up again. What the hell is it this time?”
I don’t answer.
He rolls his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Milo. One day you’re actually going to kill me.”
“I’ve thought about it,” I admit. “More than once. Making it look like an accident.”
I shrug. “But Octavia’s too smart for that. And I know she actually cares—” I pause, my jaw tightening. “—about you. She’d never forgive me if I did.”
He smirks. “That’s right. She loves me.”
I take a step towards him.
“You still talking?” I say. “Let me fix that.”
I swing again, but he sidesteps easily.
“Relax,” he says dryly. “You really are unhinged.”
He shakes his head. “Octavia’s like a little sister to me. Nothing more.”
The revulsion on his face leaves no room for doubt.
“I hope that’s true,” I say. “Because if it isn’t, I will come for you. Properly this time.”
His jaw tightens. “So,” he says, his irritation evident, “what’s got your panties in a twist this time?”
“Why was Octavia wearing your T-shirt?”
He looks genuinely taken aback.
For a moment, he just stares at me. Then disbelief crosses his features.
“That’s why you came in swinging?” he scoffs. “You lost your mind over something I don’t even remember?”
“You shouldn’t have given it to her.”
“I don’tremembergiving her a shirt,” he snaps. “And if she was wearing one, that’s between you and her. Not me.”
I step closer.
“She doesn’t wear another man’s clothes,Adreno.”
