Imprisoned Gods - G. Bailey Page 0,84
with Storm insisting we stay in the house unless he is with us. I pull at the rim of my top, clearing my throat as Karma looks over at me.
"So, what do you have planned for today, goldipops?" she asks, smiling in a way that lights up her beautiful face, and it becomes hard to focus on much else. Karma hasn't a clue how stunning she is, how different and unique. She is like a cold glass of water on a hot summer's day. Her green eyes wait for my answer, as her firm lips part ever so slightly. It takes a damn lot of effort not to show her how I feel and keep her a good distance away. Guys like me only fuck up pretty women like her. Killian is smirking at me as I sit back, crossing my arms. Killian gets up, saying goodbye to everyone as he follows Coxen and Jade out of the room, leaving me alone with her.
"Pace the house, wait for my fucking babysitter to escort me out. You know, the usual," I sourly reply.
"Storm only wants you to stay alive. Even a gobshite such as yourself can see that," she replies, pushing the chair out. I stand with her as she steps up to me, being brave and reckless just like she always is. Why the hell it turns me on, I will fucking never know. Pushing a finger into my chest, she glares at me like I'm the devil itself. "If you want to die, then leave."
"Are you upset that I called your boyfriend a babysitter, or is it that you don't want me to leave?" I ask, curling my hand around hers, moving her finger down and away from my chest. I can hear her breathing intensify as I tug her closer to me, pressing all her soft body against mine, the smell of her hair filling my senses. She smells like freshly cut flowers and slightly of peanut butter. I didn't know these things could be remotely attractive until I met her.
"I'm not upset, Storm isn't my anything, and of course I don't want you dead. As you said, someone will come for you, and you kinda need to be alive to help me escape," she points out.
"So, you are just using me, Karma?" I ask, tutting as her cheeks burn as red as her hair. "How very heartless of you."
"When are you going to stop being an arsehole to everyone? Are you really always angry with the world?" she asks me, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly. For some reason, I can't stop noticing every little thing about her, even when I want nothing more than to be away from her. I like her; hell, I'm not that much of an idiot not to realise that by now. I like how kind she is when I can see she doesn't want to be. I like how she keeps a creature that no one else would, and it's clearly never crossed her mind that the goblin could be to blame for all her bad luck. I like how she never once lied to us about accidentally killing the higher god, and she doesn't hate me or Killian for not believing her. Karma is downright fucking addictive with how special she is...and what's worse is that she doesn't even know she is doing it.
"The world doesn't care if I'm angry or not. It just takes what it wants...so does my answer matter?" I reply to her, reminding myself not to fall for her.
"I don't know why, but it does to me," Karma replies, and I pull my eyebrows together in confusion. I've been nothing but an arsehole to her, so why the heck would she care about me? The reason suddenly slams into me like a barge pole.
"Killian told you about my human life, and my wife I lost to cancer, didn't he?" I ask, and her guilty expression is answer enough before she can even speak. "You don't have to feel sorry for me, Karma. I don't need it from you." I let go of her hand and walk to the door. Her hand grabs my arm, stopping me by the hallway, and I have no choice but to look back down at her.
"I do feel sorry for you, I'm not going to lie about that, but I don't care about you because you have a messed up past. You need a friend, I think, and