Page 51 of Created in Chaos
“Yes.” I sound like a bratty kid who got caught doing something he shouldn’t and is pissed.
“And you admitted what you did was wrong?” She’s still wary, probably trying to discern my motive.
“I know.”
“Did she drug you?”
“No,” I scoff. “You witnessed the only time she touched me.” I wish I could tell her I didn’t even speak to her again, but I needed to make sure Grace got the job done, and if I didn’t play it up a little, she might have told someone what she did for me just to piss me off. I doubt she would, though, because she knows I would end her if she did, but I don’t have time to deal with messes right now, and it was easier to pretend to tolerate her for a few minutes.
“I’m supposed to just believe you?” She shifts her stance again, crossing her arms.
“I haven’t lied to you.”
“You’ve held things back, omitted truths,” she counters.
“But I haven’t lied, and I’m not now. You can trust me with your life, so trust me in this.”
“I’m not worried about my life,” she mumbles dejectedly.
“Then what?”
“It doesn’t matter, but I’m telling you now, Lucian Morningstar, if you mess around on me, I won’t go after the girl. I’m coming after you, and I will gut you.”
How can a death threat be so adorable? I have no doubt she would try…maybe not physically, but she would find a way to get me back, and it only makes me want her more.
“Quit smiling like that. It’s disturbing.”
“I can’t help the way I look.” I feign innocence.
“You’re about to be unable to help the black eye I give you.”
Her eyes widen as I surge forward, snag her around her waist, and squeeze her to me. “Stop teasing me. We have things to discuss, and I’m having a hard time keeping my thoughts straight as it is.”
“Well then, get talking or go take a shower. You’re not touching me until every trace of her is gone.” She pushes my chest, leaving no doubt she’s still pissed. I release her and strip my shirt off, letting it fall to the kitchen floor. My lamb examines every inch of my chest and neck as if to prove she can’t see any traces of anyone else, then nods once in approval. “I’m waiting.”
Nox chuckles. “That went better than I expected. You’re not bleeding, and she’s not trying to break out of the house.”
“Speaking of, don’t ever try to run off again, and I mean it. I will put a collar on you.” Once the words are out of my mouth, the image of her in a diamond choker, fitted with a tracker and a proximity alarm that would go off if she got more than twenty feet away from me, sounds perfect. I’m sure I can have someone make it.
“Keep your hands to yourself and your dick in your pants and it won’t be a problem.”
“Watch your mouth,” I snarl.
“Did Morozov get into the system?” Nox interrupts before we get off track again.
“He was working on it when I left him. We should hear back soon.”
“What are you hoping to find? Who helped Alden escape?” Nova questions skeptically.
“It’s a possibility, but I very much doubt they would have left evidence that could be found. We’re focusing on the library.”
“The library?” Her lips twist.
“I’m hoping there will be footage of who scratched your arm. Maybe it will give us a lead on who attacked you in the bathroom.”
“Oh.” Her sweet full lips fall into a pout. “You think it’s connected. There’s no way there could have been that many people in the study room.”
“That many people? You remember how many people were there?”