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I know a wounded creature when I see one.
Before she can make it another step, I’ve rounded the stone counter and blocked her path.
“What’s wrong with you?” I grab her hand and turn the packet over, seeing that it’s rapid-action painkillers clutched in her fist. The contents of the microwave turn out to be some kind of heated wheat bag, the warm, earthy scent wisps between us.
“My ovaries are trying to kill me. Not unlike you are, too.” She snaps at me. “Have it your way; sort your own damn cuts out. Better yet, let them get all gross and infected. I’m going to bed.”
My eyes drop to where she’s cradling the bag against her lower stomach with her free arm.
“You’re hurting.”
Those baby blue eyes do an exaggerated roll as she tries to wriggle out of my hold. “Like a motherfucker. So please, do me a favor and get out of my way. I’ll gladly leave you to drown your sorrows in peace.”
Maybe it’s the bloodlust still running hot through my veins, or the way this lilac-haired scrap of mayhem has upended everything. Or perhaps it’s the sickest part of me that can scent a suffering animal from a mile away. Stepping aside, I allow her to pass by, and then stalk directly behind her.
I crave the power to control her pain.
I want to own it, and breathe on it, until those embers flare into a glowing inferno.
I also want to control the precise moment she experiences exquisite relief.
She looks over her shoulder at me with a frown and makes a frustrated noise. But her pace quickens ever so slightly, following the glassed-in corridor in the direction of her bedroom. My boots are a heavy, thudding echo in contrast to her uncovered feet padding silently on the concrete floor.
Fox’s bare legs and ass are a feast for my eyes as she tries to scurry away from my looming presence. Darting another look over her shoulder at me, this time fear flickers in her wide eyes.
That sight alone sends a rush of blood to my cock.
“Leave me alone.” Her words hang in the dark on a whisper as if she doesn’t want to risk anyone else hearing. I suddenly wonder if Thorne, Ky, or maybe both, might already occupy her bed. How appealing that sounds right about now startles me.
But as she ducks into her room, the patch of soft light spilling from the ensuite reveals an empty bed with rumpled sheets tossed to one side.
Probably for the best, considering the plan I’ve quickly decided on since abandoning the kitchen.
She tries to bolt for her bathroom, but her movements are slow, more labored than usual. This girl is no match for me, even during the best of times, and at this moment, she’s easy prey.
Before the door can slam in my face, I’ve blocked it with a heavy palm. Confusion mixed with concern lines her delicate features, and I surge through the doorway. Crowding her body up against the vanity, she backs away from me.
“Take your pills,” I grunt. Letting my eyes roam at will. Already, Fox’s body is responding to me even if that brain of hers won’t shut up and stop protesting—denying what she truly craves. Her nipples form stiffened points beneath the soft fabric, and goosebumps paint her forearms.
“Get out.” She’s run out of room, crammed against the edge of the counter with no escape.
“I’ll shove them down your throat for you if you don’t.”
“You’re disgusting.” Her eyes flash, then roll. Brat. Fox makes an exaggerated effort to pop open the silver foil casing of two white capsules, downing them with a large gulp of water.
Then she sticks out her flattened tongue to show me.
This girl can be sweet when she wants to be. But I prefer her sour side.
“Sit on the counter.” I take a step forward and relish the way her body shudders.
“I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”
“Don’t make me ask twice, little Fox. Because I can assure you I won’t be asking the second time.”
“Why…” Her brow furrows as her words trail off. A hasty swallow makes her throat bob, and she looks mighty nervous all of a sudden.
I cock my head to one side and study her in silence.
