side. I can’t help pausing at the way his team’s jacket stretches over his developed shoulders like a second skin.
I stop when I finally reach his face.
People as evil as Levi shouldn’t be born with such a sinfully attractive face. Why do they get everything when they’re supposed to be less than nothing?
“Harsh?” I spit out. “I’ve been in two near-death situations because of you. How about that for harsh, King?”
“First of all, I had nothing to do with your first near-death situation. You can’t blame me for all your misfortunes just because you’re bitter.”
“You sure didn’t stop it.”
“I’m not exactly privy to the future, princess.”
“Anyone with enough decency would’ve helped me that day.”
“I’m not sure if you noticed, but I don’t have any of that decency.”
“Yeah, I learnt that the hard way.” I jerk my head away from him and take a long swig of my water. But even the cold liquid doesn’t soothe my burning insides.
“About the second time…” he speaks in a low tone. “If I had a repeat, I would’ve done it differently.”
My gaze snaps to his, expecting to find mockery, but there’s only that hardened light blue gaze.
The fire that’s been brewing inside me weans down in one brutal go.
“Is that an… apology?”
He says nothing. Instead, he flops beside me, crowding my space and filling my nostrils with his sinful masculine, clean scent.
It’s crazy how much he exudes self-confidence. It’s like an inseparable part of who he is.
What he is.
Does he ever question himself?
He’s everything I’m not and I hate him for it.
I hate how much he can get under my skin when I’m supposed to push him the hell away.
“What’s that?” He motions at my other side.
I scramble to close the sketchpad before he can catch a full glimpse of himself on that drawing.
“Shouldn’t you be leaving?” I jerk my chin at him.
“Shouldn’t you be more hospitable?” he shoots back with a slight tilt in his lips.
“I hate you, Levi. The mere sight of you makes me want to throw up. You already proved your point, and I’m done playing, so leave me the hell alone.” I’m panting after my outburst, but I keep my chin high.
“You’re done, huh?”
“Yeah. It’s not worth it anymore.”
“Here’s the thing, princess. You might be done…” His lips inch impossibly close to my ear until hot breaths tickle along my skin. “But I’m not.”
A shudder draws down my spine at the rumble of his voice coupled with the heat of his words.
My grip tights on the bottle of water as if I’m stopping my hands from doing something. What, I don’t know.
“What the hell do you want from me?” I’m glad my voice doesn’t crack like my insides.
“Your fire.” His lips graze the lobe of my ear and a zap of shivers shoot through my body. “Your fight.” His voice drops to a low, tingles-inducing range. “Your everything.”
His arm wraps around my midsection, drawing me to the curve of his side as if I’ve always belonged there.
As if this is the most natural place to be.
I briefly close my eyes at his contagious body-warmth. It’s like being thrown into a fire pit and enjoying every second of the burn.
How can a cold, merciless psycho have such warmth?
I’m too hazy to think straight, but then I remember how much I hate said psycho. That not twenty-four hours ago, he drove me to the edge of insanity. He can’t erase that by pretending to pull me back to safety.
Someone like Levi King doesn’t save others. He only gives them the illusion and makes them believe they’re out of danger. When they fall for the trick, he pushes them off the cliff all over again.
A king doesn’t sacrifice himself. The poor pawns do.
I might have retreated, but I will not be a pawn.
Eyes snapping open, I push him and all the devilish things he’s inciting in my body away, and jump to my feet.
He chuckles as if I just told him the funniest joke.
“I’m warning you. Stay the hell away from me, Levi,” I growl.
All humour disappears from his face as he slowly rises to his feet. “I told you, I don’t listen well to warnings, princess.”
“Something is so wrong with you.”
He reaches out a forefinger and taps my nose twice. “Guess you have to fight me and find out what that something is.”
I jerk away from him, but that only makes him smirk in that infuriating, provoking way.