Something that resembles a jaw clench is on his face, though he’s too injured to do it properly. “Printed. My drawer.”
With that response, although I’m still skeptical, I slam him against the floor again, and he falls unconscious. His body’s limp beneath me, but his chest is still moving up and down, and I’m kind of disappointed he’s still breathing.
The door swings open, and when I turn around, I’m met with Kenzo, Aiden, and Elias. All three are glancing between Damien and me, with Kenzo muttering something under his breath, beforeturning to Elias.
“Call 911, now.”
Elias nods, pulling out his phone and taking a step back as he calls an ambulance.
“I don’t need it, though,” I scoff, and toss the knife aside.
“Yeah, I didn’t mean you.”
FORTY-SIX
Ipush the door open, entering Soren’s dorm swiftly. My heart’s hammering against my ribcage, fear and anxiety swirling inside of me. When I spot him on the bed, I let out a small sigh of relief, but the worry lingers.
Especially when I see Kenzo cleaning up the wound on the side of his stomach, bandaging up the stabbed spot. My heart sinks to my feet, and when Soren looks at me, I’m torn between kissing and strangling the living shit out of him.
“What the hell were you thinking?!” I scream, getting further into the dorm, taking a seat next to Soren on the bed.
“He wasn’t thinking,” Kenzo scoffs, pulling his hands from Soren and taking off the pair of latex gloves. “He should be grateful. He’s lucky he didn’t fucking die.”
Soren rolls his eyes. “Quit nagging me. It wasn’t that deep of a wound.”
“No,” Kenzo drawls out, eyes narrowed, his arms folded in front of his chest, “but you saw the knife just barely. It could’ve beenvery, very bad.”
“But it wasn’t.”
Kenzo scoffs, then leaves the room without so much as another word. My eyes find Soren’s, and I slowly cup his cheek. He leans into my touch, eyes closing as comfortable silence falls over us, my hand moving to the back of his head.
Then, I grab a fistful of his hair, yanking it backward harshly.
“What the fuck?” He yells. “Have you gone mental?”
“I should be asking you that,” I hiss through gritted teeth, staring into his hazel eyes. “What the hell were you thinking?”
He manages to get out of my grip, running his fingers through his hair, trying to fix the mess I created. “I wasn’t. I was so fucking angry.”
The moment Soren stepped outside with Grace, I had a bad feeling in my gut. It only intensified when she returned alone, and all it took was a single glance between Grace and Kenzo, for the latter to spring to action, Aiden and Elias following suit.
And well, she could no longer keep her mouth shut.
To say that hearing of Damien having that elevator picture of Soren and me was painful would be an understatement. I’ve lost friends, I’ve gained some, but I’ve never, ever felt someone stab me in the back like this. He was holding onto the picture and likely waited for the perfect opportunity to use it against me.
Who knows if he would’ve waited years to try and humiliate me? Or maybe his plan was to blackmail me all along? I don’t know which one is the truth, and at this point, I’m trying my best not to care.
“Soren,” I take a deep breath. “You can’t go around beating the shit out of people in my stead.”
He shrugs. “Why not?”
“Because!” I sigh, half-exasperated, half-annoyed that we’re even having this conversation. “You just can’t.”
“So, you’re upset with me for beating Damien again?”
“Well, no,” I drawl out, a speck of pride blooming in my chest. It’s completely wrong to feel this, but given the circumstances, I decide not to care about what’s morally right or wrong. “I’m giving you a pass for this one. But I do know you’ve just been waiting for a reason to do it.”
Soren gives me a wicked smirk. “What can I say? The bastard had it coming.”
