The little resistance I’d scrounged up fades.
Kai snatches my wrist, but I tug free and keep walking.
“You kidding me right now?” he whispers.
“Come, stay. I don’t give a fuck,” I say, pulling a face.
He glares at me until I look away, but when I slide onto the kitchen stool, he reluctantly takes the seat beside me. Bastian is already chopping up some bananas, eyes fixed on the knife as it slices the fruit, seemingly oblivious to the two of us.
I could care less what Kai thinks. I don’t say no to free food.
Bastian glances up at us as he tosses some blueberries into the blender. “Was it just MDMA you two took last night?”
Kai leans his arms on the counter, hands latched onto his elbows. It makes his biceps bulge, and I wonder if that’s on purpose. Some kind of challenge thrown at Bastian.
After last night, anything’s possible.
Nope. Not thinking aboutthatright now.
“You forget about the coke?” he says, flicking damp hair out of his eyes with a snap of his neck.
I squirm at the memory of them snorting lines of the stuff off my ass cheeks.
“As if I could,” Bastian chuckles. “Well, suffice to say, your brain’s reward system is utterly fucked.” He glances at me. “You’re a bit better off.”
I wince as he turns on the blender, the high-pitched shriek of the motor reverberating inside my skull. Clapping my hands over my ears only helps some, but Kai just clenches his jaw and bears it, his eyes throwing daggers at Bastian.
“You seem fine. Guess you do this kind of thing often,” Kai says as soon as the blender stops.
Bastian pours out the smoothies, dark eyes flicking over to Kai for a second. “You referring to the drugs, or the sex?”
When he doesn’t get an answer, Bastian chuckles again, running a tongue over his split lip like he’s savoring the pain.
And reminding us who gave him the injury.
I swear I can hear Kai’s teeth grinding.
Bastian slides a glass over the marble countertop. If Kai hadn’t caught it, it would have gone crashing to the floor. Professor Rooke takes my glass and walks around the kitchen island, coming to stand beside me as he sets it down on the counter.
“Drink,” he commands, his eyes flickering to the glass. “You don’t know how desperately your body needs this.”
I’m not sure if it’s Bastian’s sudden proximity, or the double meaning in his words, but my body is definitely needy right now, if the tingle between my thighs is anything to go by.
Kai makes an angry sound when I lift the glass to my lips.
That’s why I obey Bastian—I know it’ll piss off Kai.
It’s childish, but I feel like I’m owed a temper tantrum or two after the way he’s treated me.
The dark green smoothie smells delicious, and I don’t even taste the spinach. But as much as I’d like to enjoy the drink, it’s too demanding keeping both men in my peripheral view. I feel like a deer at a waterhole, eyeing two predators at once.
Kai doesn’t touch his smoothie. He’s more intent on glaring at Bastian, even though our professor is ignoring him as he watches me drink his concoction. There’s a deep satisfaction in his eyes when I drain my glass.
I flinch at his touch when he drags a clump of damp hair over my shoulder.
“You’ve been running around in the rain again.” He plucks at the damp hoodie. “It’s a miracle neither of you ended up with pneumonia. You’ll shower and change into some warm clothes before you leave.”
It’s not a suggestion.
