Walking right past him, eyes narrowed, lips pursed into a thin line, Kehlor quickly stepped out of my way as I marched right up to my door, opened it, and stepped inside.
Debating on whether or not to slam the door on his face, he made it all that much easier when he grumbled, “Why you go Vurhg hut?”
“Why is it any of your business?” I murmured silkily. Was that all anyone spoke of, chopping up events to suit the tittle tattle of the day and cause drama? Nope. Don’t like that. No thank you.
God… he smelled SO good.
As he moved in closer, taking up too much space in the doorway, blocking me in, he growled, leaned in as a shiver wracked my frame, the noise he was making stuttering to a garbled stop to immediately slip into a pleased purr.
“I don’t know what kind of games beasts or humans or who the frick ever are playing but I think that speaks for itself,” I growled out. Backing up, crossing my arms over my chest, I muttered with a sniff, “Not that it’s any of your business anymore.”
Kehlor’s eyes had slowly slipped closed as he inhaled several more brain fogging lungfuls of my scent. His eyes snapped open and his lips pulled back at my words.
My expression didn’t change. Running my tongue along my teeth, my eyebrows slowly rose. “Is that all? Just swung by to accuse me of sneaking around with Vurhg? Happy now?”
“Purr-roo need goot females,” he rumbled out with a scowl.
Uncrossing my arms, I stepped forward as I motioned for him to back that thing up.
Kehlor was just outside the door, scowling down at me.
“Let’s get a few things straight, sparky,” I bit out as I glared up at him and my hand slid to the door.
“Kehl. No sparky,” he grumbled distractedly.
Perfect.
“Kehlor if you like,” I shot back.
I saw it and it pained me to see it, hurt flashing across his face before he covered it up. It was nothing compared to the whopper he’d slapped me with before ditching me completely.
My hand lifted and I poked a finger into his chest. He grunted on impact. “I don’t know who you think you are, Kehlor, but the boss of me is not it.”
“Kehl want-”
“I don’t care what you want.” My shoulders lifted in a shrug. If he smelled me he’d scent the lie. I very much cared about Kehl, more so about what he needed over what he wanted. “Dace is my friend. I’m not giving her up. See, when I decide to care about somebody, to let them in, good luck getting rid of me.” Stepping right up into Kehlor’s personal space, I leaned in and inhaled deeply, sucking in head spinny lungfuls of his scent, and placed my hand over the center of his chest. The wild thudding of his heart beneath my fingertips made me smile.
“Dace makes me happy. Her friendship is important to me. I don’t want Vurhg, I want you, all of you.”
Kehlor pulled back immediately at my words. “Dace not goot for Purr-roo. Kehlor not goot for Purr-roo.”
“Does that lie taste as bitter on your tongue as it’s making me feel?” I snapped.
Spinning on my heel, I stomped inside and slammed the door closed behind me.
“Don’t leave things for me! I don’t want them!” I lied.
I was reacting, rather childishly I felt, putting more space between us than there already was. With a self-loathing growl, I trudged over to the bed and flopped down right into it.
I’m just making this all worse!
Kicking out of my boots, I covered up in my shawl from Dace, curled up in my still damp clothes.
The fire was low and would need tending to, I knew, but I didn’t want to, not right now.
Everything felt all over the place.Ifelt all over the place.
Wondering if anything would ever feel right again, understanding how Dace must feel, being amongst so many and yet so utterly alone. She understood. There was that.
