Page 15 of Blood that Burns
I bite out, “No. I’m not moving until you keep your promises.”
Law once gave me his word to be truthful to me, even if what he had to say would be difficult to hear. He isn’t keeping that promise.
Law huffs a frustrated breath and takes off, stalking toward the car without so much as a word.
Stubborn ass.
I follow, my feet pounding against the ground. My hands are balled into fists at my sides, and the need to crash them into his toned back mounts with every second that ticks by.
He’s shutting me out and stoking the anger sizzling just under my surface, threatening to boil over. There have been too many secrets over the years, and that’s why I ended up here.
The Fae are another thing entirely. Vampires are strong and dangerous, but the Fae... they’re next level, if fairy tales are to be believed. Powerful creatures that can be cruel, they toy with their victims, playing elaborate games all for their entertainment. They don’t give a damn about humans unless they plan to use them for their own purposes. Which begs the question, what the hell would the Fae want with us?
“Law. Stop,” I call out to his back.
He twists his head over his shoulder, glowering, which doesn’t help my building anger. “We need to leave, sunshine. I already told you, now isn’t the time.”
My feet stop moving and my hands fly to my hips. Sunshine. He calls me that because of my childish appearance. I love it and hate it in equal measures. I love that he chose it for me, and I hate the effect it has on me.
Once, I’d have done anything he said without question, a weak human bound and determined to please the beautiful immortal who came to save her. A child desperate for a savior.
I’m sick of being saved. I want to save myself.
Not all of my anger is directed at him. Some stems from what I’ve missed since I’ve been holed up in this place, sheltered from the outside world. Marina iswithJulian. What does that even mean? How is that possible?
I’ve missed so much, and here Law is keeping more from me. I feel unstable for the first time since I jumped, and it’s a horrible feeling.
“Oh, I think now is the perfect time for some answers, Lawrence.” I spit his full name, hoping to convey the level of fury that’s coursing through me.
“Why do you want to do this now?” Law groans, stopping and turning toward me.
I huff out an agitated breath of air. “Are you freaking serious? We’ve had a long enough trek to your car. You’ve had plenty of time to fill me in on that little meeting of the minds you blocked me out of back there.”
He blinks several times, confused by my antagonism. “Blocked you out? What are you talking about?”
My head falls back in frustration. I inhale and exhale, trying to rein in my temper, before stalking right past him. If he truly doesn’t know what I’m talking about, we have even more problems on the horizon.
“Like hell you’re going to be pissed at me for some phantom reason. I just got you back,” he snaps at my retreating back.
I swing around, nearly bumping into him. My finger jabs into his chest. “Phantom? Screw you, Law. You left me in that room to talk about things that involve me. There’s nothing phantom about it.” He huffs, but I raise my hand to stop him. “And for the record,youdidn’t just get me back. Julian came for me.”
His head jerks back as though I smacked him. I guess verbally I did. I know Law well enough to know that truth is plaguing him. He’s undoubtedly blamed himself all this time for my supposed death.
My voice lowers, sounding a little more pained than pissed, but I can’t help it.
“A year. I’ve been gone for almost a whole year, and you have nothing to say to me? You’ve basically ignored my existence since we left Marcellus’s house. Why?”
He sweeps his hands back through his unruly hair in frustration. “We’re sitting ducks in the middle of a madman’s property, and you want to fight with me?”
I pull a face. “He’s no madman. He’s a vampire, and he’s not here, if it wasn’t obvious when you arrived.”
“You frustrating girl,” he growls. “He could return at any time.”
My hands fly up, motioning around to the deserted landscape. “He’s gone. He knew you were coming. He sent everyone away so that you could retrieve me.”
“How do you know that for certain?” He crosses his arms over his chest, giving me the floor to start telling him what I know of the whereabouts of Marcellus.
“He told me his brothers were coming for me. That I’d be fine, but he needed to leave. That you... had bad blood.”