Adrien copies my moves but takes the gun and shoots him from behind instead.
Jesus.
This was unnecessary.
So fucking unnecessary.
How the hell did she get out?
“Fuck, Troubles!” Adrien yells at Kiara with both hands gripping his hair in frustration, still holding his gun.
Kiara stands there, I don’t think she’s breathing, but I’m not giving her a glance, my eyes closed as I pinch the bridge of my nose with one hand, the second hand gripping my gun in reflex and nervously tapping it on my thigh.
This is bad.
But I couldn’t risk one of them taking their gun faster than me and shoot her. Or tell Lucien she’s alive before I tell him.
It had to be done.
Adrien and I look at each other, exhaling nervous breaths and having our telepathic conversation once more.
Kiara is still stuck on her spot, as she fucking should, while I fight the urge to strangle her.
Again.
Sudden bubbly, disgusting sound coming from the ground takes our attention. The shot twin is still alive, fighting for air, I guess. Kiara gasps as she hasn’t inhaled since she came here.
“Oh God.”
As soon as the whimper leaves her mouth, I shoot him right between the eyes.
Quiet.
Now think.
Adrien is kicking the shot twin’s feet, checking if he’s really dead now.
Then I finally look at her and pain hits me straight in my chest as I see her.
She’s shaking, her eyes glisten with panic as she looks at me, not moving, same as me.
She’s terrified.
How deep into this shithole can she drag us? I should have strangled her. I close my eyes to calm my anger and whatever else is happening in my chest right now. I scratch my nape with the gun, nervously stepping from side to side. As soon as I open my eyes, I don’t bother to look at her anymore—to keep my nerves in check, I just grab her under her ass with my left hand and throw her over my shoulder, crashing through the doors to get back to her wing as soon as possible. She doesn’t fight much, probably still in shock.
She starts yelling something but I don’t hear it, the blood in my ears is pumping too loud.
As soon as I crash the bedroom door open with her ass, I throw her onto the bed, not bothering to check whether she cracked her skull on the headboard or not.
I turn around and march off, slipping my gun back behind my belt on my lower back. But she’s quick like a fox and catches up to me right in front of the main door of her suite. Suddenly I focus and finally hear what she’s yelling.
“Speak! Talk to me!” she screams and hits my chest with her fists. “What the fuck!” Her eyes glisten with tears. “You fucking brute!” Her voice breaks with a sob as she keeps hitting me.
The touch doesn’t hurt but is sending waves of anticipation through my body instead. I just look at her with a clenched jaw, ignoring the goosebumps from her hits.
For a second, she’s studying me, as if she’s trying to recognize me.
She’s not getting an answer from me.
