When I remember how confidently Tytus made that claim, I want to cry.
Shit. I believed him.
I’m such a fucking idiot.
Slowly, I sink to the floor.
But before my ass can even hit the carpet, a sound stiffens my neck.
My gaze snaps towards the door.
The handle. It’s moving.
Without warning, the lock clicks and the door bursts open.
Tytus walks in.
His hair is damp from sweat. His skin glistens and steams. Blood and dirt stain his shirt. But when those silver-blue eyes find me, my fallen heart lifts again—no matter how badly I don’t want it to.
The reaction is so confusing I can’t control myself anymore. A tear cascades down my cheek.
“Angel,” Immediately, Tytus is on his knees. His rough thumb wipes the salty tear from my lips. “What’s wrong?”
The strongest part of me wants to wither into his palm. But a weaker voice urges me to remember what I just found.
Tytus can’t be trusted.
Well, neither can I.
“Nothing,” I whisper. “It… it’s just been a long night.”
I can feel those corrupted ice crystals studying me.
“I’m sorry,” Tytus sighs. The next second, his arms wrap around my body. I plunge into the warmth of his chest, hating the comfort I find in it. In him.
This man should be suffocating. So, why don’t I feel like I’m drowning?
“Come with me,” Tytus says.
I don’t get the chance to refuse. Scooping his bulging arms beneath my thighs, Tytus sweeps me off my ass.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, choking back the tears.
We step out into the hallway and Tytus takes a left.
“I’ve got some work to do,” he says, carrying me into a room right by the staircase. “But I’m not about to leave you alone again.”
“Maybe I want to be alone,” I whisper.
“You will never be alone again, angel.”
The claim sparks something in me. Finally, I’m snapped out of my daze.
“You’ve said that before,” I huff.
With little concern for my own well-being, I lurch myself from Tytus’ grasp.
The act surprises him enough that I’m able to break free. Still, I need to grab onto his shirt to keep myself from falling to the floor.