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“You definitely aren’t a fuckingman.” He growled his agreement. “But I still need you to drink this, before you burn this damn place to the ground.”
I glanced down at my burning hand, and blinked at it when I realized my whole arm was on fire now.
That wasn’t good.
“I want a better nickname,” I told him, my buzzed self not swayed by the sight of the flames.
“What nickname?”
“I don’t know.”
Axel growled at me again. His voice was strained when he said, “Your fire is spreading. Drink this and I’ll come up with a damn nickname while I take you home.”
I pouted, but took the glass from his outstretched hand.
My flames ignited the drink immediately, and I lifted the glass to my lips without pause.
A shiver rolled down my spine as I swallowed the liquid, and the flames curling up my body vanished.
I pulled it away, making a face. “I liked the first one better.”
“Just drink it.”
I glared at him.
He glared back, but added a, “Please.”
Resigned to my fate, I lifted the cup back to my lips and slowly drained the contents. My belly felt sloshy and bloated when I finished it, but Axel didn’t give me time to think about that.
He tugged his t-shirt over my head, trapping it and my hair to my back. I blinked as he scooped me up, careful to touch only the parts of me that were covered by the fabric.
“She quits,” he growled to my boss.
“She doesn’t quit!” I yelled back, my voice sounding odd in my own ears.
My boss only grinned back at me as Axel hauled me out of the building.
My ass hit the passenger seat of his truck, hard.
Axel tried to let go of me, but then I swayed back and forth.
He swore as he held me up without grabbing my arms. They reached for him, of course, but he dodged them.
“I can help you more when we’re home and I can wrap you up in a blanket,” he told me, slamming the door shut to trap me inside.
My eyes followed him loosely as he stalked around the truck before climbing back into the front seat.
I frowned, and my lips wobbled as tears stung my eyes. “You said it’s not your home. Your name’s not even on it anymore.”
He raked a hand through his hair, scowling. “It’s yours. I should’ve called it yours.”
My eyes watered. “Do I still get a nickname?”
“Fuck,” he hissed, as he backed out of the parking space and pulled out onto the road.
I leaned against the window, suddenly too tired to hold myself up.
“What kind of nickname do you want? Love? Sassy? Sunshine?”
