Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,117

beneath him. His hair fell forward to curtain his savage expression and he damn near snarled at her as he pressed a hunting knife to her chest right above her heart.

Tatum whimpered in fright as Kyan blinked away his demons and I couldn’t help but start laughing. She looked like she’d almost pissed herself and her gaze flickered uncertainly between the knife poised to kill her and the man who just might do it.

Kyan panted heavily as he took in what was going on, easing back an inch as he pulled the knife away from her.

“Why the fuck would you touch me while I’m sleeping?” he growled.

Tatum lips parted, but no words escaped her and he relaxed his grip on her throat so that she could talk. “Blake said-”

Kyan’s brown eyes flipped up to me half a second before he launched the hunting knife at me.

I cursed, throwing myself aside as the damn thing spun through the air and buried itself in the fucking drywall halfway up to the hilt.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kill her, you fucking idiot,” he snarled, shoving away from Tatum as he got to his feet and leaving her panting in the bed as she tried to get over the shock of having a two hundred pound asshole damn near stab her to death for waking him up.

“You sleep with a knife under your pillow?” Tatum asked, her eyes wide with fear which was slowly morphing into fury as the fire in her ignited for a moment again. “Who the fuck does that?”

“Someone with more enemies than they can easily count,” Kyan growled, getting out of the bed and hunting for an elastic to tie his hair out of his face.

“You’re insane,” Tatum gasped. “All of you. Fucking insane.”

“Glad to see you’re finally catching on,” Kyan muttered as he found what he was hunting for and grabbed a hairbrush too. He dropped into a chair at the side of his bed by the window and released a heavy breath as he tried to banish his anger.

“C’mon, Plague,” I said, “Let’s go and see if-”

“Come and do my hair, Tatum,” Kyan cut me off, his voice a deep growl which dared me to challenge him as he cut me a look which said he was hoping I would so that he could throw a few punches too. He really hated being woken up and I’d known he was going to flip, but I had to admit that the knife had been a new addition. Fucking Rambo wannabe.

Tatum looked between us in confusion and I rolled my eyes, giving in to Kyan’s request. If he wanted someone to vent his rage on then I was happy for it to be her over me.

He beckoned her closer and she pushed to her feet slowly, seeming to retreat back into that non-responsive shit she’d been giving me since I’d woken her up. She headed to retrieve her towel from the floor so that she could cover up again, but Kyan grunted irritably.

“Leave it,” he growled and Tatum straightened like she’d been expecting that, still not saying anything as she headed over to him instead.

I leaned back against the wall with my arms folded to watch the show. The moment she got close to him, Kyan reached out and snatched her off of her feet, grabbing her by the ass as he lifted her up to straddle his lap in one swift movement.

Tatum steadied herself by gripping his forearms, but gave zero reaction to being planted in his lap. Kyan studied her for a long moment as he seemed to notice the change in her too.

“What’s up, baby?” he asked her. “Cat got your tongue? Or do you just find yourself exactly where you want to be?”

“I’m where you want me to be,” she muttered and that was it.

Kyan scraped a thumb over his stubble as he studied her.

“You’re not even going to call me an asshole?” he asked, like he actually wanted her to do that.

“I will if you tell me to.”

Kyan huffed, cutting me a glare like he blamed me for his toy not playing the way he wanted her to and I just shrugged.

“She’s been acting like that since I woke her up. I think we finally broke her,” I said and it kinda pissed me off that I didn’t like the idea of that more. I hadn’t gotten nearly enough from this transaction to sate my monster and I wasn’t sure how much joy I’d be able