Page 230 of Boys Who Crave


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Grinding my teeth, I say, “Give me one good reason.”

“You think the people of Crescent Vale will accept that?” he rebukes. “There’s been a murder spree across the city, people are scared and they need someone to blame.”

Orion pulls a face like he smells shit, and I don’t blame him. “That’s your reason?”

“She’s a murderer.”

“And? Those fuckers she’s hunting are murderers too. Arrest them.”

“We’re working on it,” he yells.

“Then take one of them instead of her!” I yell back.

“What the fuck did you hope to do here?” he says. “You really wanna kill a cop now?”

“I fucking might,” I retort, still clutching my knife.

“Wait, wait, hold on. Let’s not kill anyone here,” Orion says, rubbing his forehead. “This is a mess, and she’s going to be so upset with us for fighting among ourselves.”

“Fine. You love her? You help her,” I bark at him.

He narrows his eyes. “You think I’m going to abandon my duty?”

I close the gap between us. “She. Needs. You.”

Our foreheads are in contact, but I don’t give a single shit, because he needs to get it through his thick head that he needs to pick a fucking side and stick with it.

“I tried. She refuses to talk,” he says.

“Not. Hard. Enough.”

“Guys …” Orion mumbles. “This is not going to help her.”

“He’s right, you know. You hit an agent of the law.”

“You should be glad that’s all I did to you, after what you did to her,” I growl.

He raises a brow. “Are you done?”

My nostrils flare, and I’m this close to pummeling him into the elevator and sending him to the moon.

I shove him away, and he straightens his jacket.

“You two should be happy you’re still allowed to roam free.”

“Fuck you,” I spit, pointing my knife at him. “You’re lucky you’re still alive.”

“Likewise,” he retorts.

Orion stands between us. “Enough.”

“Are you on his side now?” I balk.

“No. I’m onherside. And she wouldn’t want us to kill each other.”

I suck in a breath. He’s right. Even though I don’t understand, she likes him enough to keep him around. If I killed him now, it would only make her hate me, and that’s the last thing I want.

I lower my knife and sigh out loud. “If you’ve fallen for her… help her.”