Blood Trial Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #1) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,35
Kyros Sky. The man crumpled in a heap behind us, and I followed, eyes wide.
What the hell was happening?
“You need to watch where you’re going,” he snarled.
Air lodged in my throat. “No kidding.” I managed to choke out.
He released me, and I darted a look up as my body stopped shaking and my breath evened out.
This was getting out of control. I’d yammered on about spiritual disconnect and blah blah, but there were huge issues between us. One, his illegal fucking skyscraper. Two, whatever the hell he was. Because normal people couldn’t do that.
Normal people didn’t make other people want to cry for their mothers.
“Kyros,” I started, approaching the subject like a grown-up. “I’m gonna need you to stay the fuck away from me.”
Well, it started out good.
He scoffed, and anger flashed deep inside me.
I scowled. “I’m serious. I don’t like this possessive bullshit you’ve got going on. You’ve gotten in your head that we should suffer each other’s company, and I have no idea why. I don’t care, and I don’t give a single fuck if you’re my boss. Cut the immature games and leave me alone.”
I pushed the elevator button, then studied him again. “Struck speechless. It’s a good look on you.”
Gloating would be my downfall one day.
Ding!
Ding ding ding all freakin’ day. Couldn’t wait to bust this joint.
Five hours left.
I stepped inside and the lift doors began to close. Leaning against the back bar, I couldn’t help stealing a peek at him.
The muscles in his neck were taut, but his meadow-green focus left mine to trail down my body. Gaze lowered around my middle, he smirked just as the doors sealed.
Pervert.
Or did the coffee get on my clothes after all? I did a quick scan.
Clear.
Then I noticed black smudges all the way up my right forearm.
“You shitty bastard,” I whispered.
Rhys’s number was gone.
9
Twenty minutes left of my last day at Live Right.
Katerina had just dropped me off after our last prelim visit, so I was on cloud nine—even after Kyros’s dick move. Double dick move. He’d cock-blocked me twice. Normal people respected societal boundaries. Love and sex weren’t games.
I’d said I wasn’t interested. Hell, I’d given him a statistic of why things wouldn’t work. Some people just couldn’t take no for an answer, but after tonight I’d never see him again.
My body was in mourning over that. My womb wept for the night that could have been.
Fickle little thing.
I pulled out Beast and opened the only number on there.
I typed:
Plans tonight? <3
The phone was so old I had to click the number nine four times to get an S and forming the love hearts I like to tag onto the end of every text was a nightmare. Though I’d found a cool game on here called Snake. Each time the snake ate a brick, it gained the brick on the end of its tail. I had to dodge the tail as it grew longer and keep eating bricks. On my amended break—4:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.—I became addicted.
Beast vibrated.
I have wine
I smiled at Tommy’s reply, answering,
Thank duck for that. <3 <3
D didn’t take as many clicks as F.
See you after your shift, lovely!
I sighed. Tonight, I’d tell Tommy about all the crap this week.
With careful consideration, I’d realised that resigning face-to-face with Angelica could be dangerous. I’d email her tomorrow. It felt like the coward’s route, but I was past the point of caring. She and Kyros could deal. Or not.
Not my problem.
Before I left, I needed my pay. Packing up my belongings, I stacked the folders of properties I’d researched that afternoon to drop at Katerina’s desk.
Angelica stood at reception.
“Hey, Angelica.”
“Basi. Are those files for Katerina?” She stretched her hand out.
I passed them over.
“Ready for the big weekend?” she asked.
She did small talk about as easily as the Tin Man did yoga.
I smiled. “Just a quiet one for me.”
“I find that hard to believe. You’re a young woman. Isn’t there a significant other in your life?” Her eyes danced, making my stomach churn.
“There would be,” I snarled. “But Kyros rubbed his number off my arm.”
Oops. Clearly not over that.
Her mouth popped open. “He what?”
I was nearly free. I didn’t want to get into a Kyros discussion. “Don’t worry about it. Total misunderstanding.”
About personal boundaries and appropriate behaviour.
“He shouldn’t have done that.”
To her credit, though Angelica would probably play the part of rug for the boss man, she looked pissed on my behalf.
“Before I leave, could I get my pay for the week?”