Destiny’s frown deepens more by the second. “Enough for what?”
“Enough to erase someone.” I plaster on a threatening smile. “Actually, two days would do.”
Marcus’s lips pull in that cruel smirk. “You’d erase me?”
“I’d fucking bury you alive.”
“Will you now?”
“Hey,” Danika says in a placating tone, then whispers, “there’s a kid here. Can you guys save this testosterone battle till later?”
“There’s no later, though, is there?” Marcus ruffles Miley’s hair. “See you around, princess.”
She lights up. “See you! I’ll teach you lots of stuff next time.”
He smiles once more at her, then spins around and leaves.
His shoulders look broader than usual as he skates away, mixing with the other skaters. He doesn’t look back, not even once.
And I don’t know why I keep staring, expecting he will.
Hopinghe will.
“Well, that was weird,” Daria says, but I’m barely hearing her because I’m focused on Marcus.
His large body disappears in the crowd way too soon.
What the hell have I said now?
Threatened him,the voice in my head whispers.
But I do thatallthe time. The fuck? Since when did he become such a snowflake?
“Hey, Pressie.” Miley pulls on my jeans.
“Yeah?” I look down at her, still distracted.
“Can I marry him?”
“Hell no,” I growl as Demi bursts out laughing.
Yeah, laugh away. My life is a joke, apparently.
The guy I can’t seem to stay away from is giving me mixed signals, and my seven-year-old sister apparently wants to marry the motherfucker.
Kill me.
24
MARCUS
Iwave goodbye at the rest of the team in the arena’s parking lot.
We have an important game tomorrow, and even though we had extensive training this morning, I wanted to do some light training this evening.
I need them in top shape for the game, and I won’t be tolerating any mistakes. We’ve managed to get to the top, tying with the Vipers, and I won’t allow them to take our championship.
The rain soaks through my jacket in seconds as I hop on my bike, my duffle bag strapped across my chest.
