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We stare back at her, hoping she is lying.
She has to be lying.
“Why would you have a panic attack?” I grunt.
“Oh, I don’t know, Mr. Pacewalking Genuis,” she snaps back at me and glares daggers my way. “Maybe if you recalled our lovely past, you enjoyed locking me up in that soundproof box in your room. Specifically with pink fuzzy handcuffs, thinking it was ‘cute’ to see me begging not to sleep in that catastrophic box.”
Shit…
“I don’t remember pulling that shit off,” I grumble, but it's a lie because I do. She fucking deserved it. “You were probably being a crying bitch.”
“And you’ll be bleeding on this ugly carpet if you don’t take this shit off—” She’s interrupted by the sudden click that frees one of her wrists.
The way my lips dip can’t even express my annoyed disappointment, especially when Zander has to be the one to release our captured prey.
“How about one hand being handcuffed?” Zander offers a deal while our surviving maiden is slowly looking up to him as if he’s her saving grace.
I despise this…watching them take advantage of what’s supposed to be my first claim.
We have history. Broken, unhealed wounds that are aching to be acknowledged. The frightening part of it all is that I’m unable to tell whose wounds will begin bleeding first.
I can’t let it be mine…
“Fair,” she admits and lets out a sigh of relief. “Thanks… Zander.”
He smirks at her gratitude.
“She’s not our friend, Zander,” I have to remind the lucid fucker. Maybe he hasn’t taken his dose this afternoon, which is why he’s being a soft bastard.
“But she’s going to be our Queen at Leighton Royal University, yes?” Zander mutters as he slowly looks my way. I can’t tell if he’s trying to piss me off or pointing out the obvious.
“We’ll find someone else,” I grumble but Ares shakes his head with a tsk.
“We don’t got time,” Ares announces. “How are we going to go to the boutique and get Verena sized and dinner ready if we keep playing this game shit?”
Fuck… the family dinner.
I glance at the grandfather clock in the back corner of the office. It’s ticking away, proving that it’s already four in the afternoon.
Dinner is at seven. Three hours to make Iva look like a snack ready to admire, but no one can dare touch.
“You know my name is Gemini,” she mutters more to herself, but then her eyes light up ever so slightly. “Dinner?” There she goes, asking as those curious eyes seek Ares’ calm ones. “Also, I can have a snack before then, yes?”
“You don’t need shit,” I snap before Ares can open his mouth to reply. He’s giving me a look, one I don’t fucking like, but then there’s a knock on the door.
All four of us look at the decorated engraved door as it slowly opens up to reveal our security leader, Edwin.
For a guy who runs a security firm for the elite, he’s rather scrawny, in my opinion. Not a good look if you ask me. It’s like going to get a personal trainer who doesn’t have muscles or a six-pack to prove they’re just as fit as you wish to be.
“Sorry for the intrusion, Mr. Leighton. I’ve been informed of the mishap that happened earlier and wanted to personally visit to express my apologies.”
He walks in and bows his head slightly before closing the door and heading my way.
I take a few steps back to make space between myself and Iva.
Edwin briefly glances at her specifically, taking her in from head to toe.Something I really don’t like.Neither do the others.
“Hurry shit up, Edwin,” Zander barks. “Your team fucked up a few times in the past forty-eight hours. It’s not just an hour ago.”
