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Anger I can deal with. I can even deal with fear, because I know King won’t hurt her.
But if she’d looked broken…My empathy rarely extends past Payton, but if this woman had looked shattered, or withdrawn…I don’t think I could go through with this.
But fury?
My mouth starts to pull up at the edges.
Marrying King to this hellcat will be my fucking pleasure.
CHAPTER23
Savannah
“You.”I finally get my mouth to form the word.
But instead of flinching away from the accusation, N smiles. Full out smiles. “You remember me.”
Anger boils over inside of me, and I spring up, the chair rolling back into the wall behind me.
“You laughed!” I shout as I move toward him.
I don’t have a plan. All I know is that I want to hurt him for the way he’d made me feel.
His hands come up, palms out. “Woah, now.”
“I begged for your help!” My voice cracks, as too many emotions war within me.
My fist clenches and I pull my arm back.
I’ve never punched someone. But I’m about to try.
An amused expression crosses N’s face, and I put the rage it causes me into my swing.
Except my fist connects with a palm, that doesn’t belong to N.
The large hand closes around my own, while moving across my body, until my arm is pressed into my own chest.
I lash out with my other fist, any attempt at finesse long gone. But that fist is caught just like the first, and wrapped across my body until King is hugging me from behind, pinning my arms in place.
N laughs, a-fucking-gain, and I lose it.
I lean into King’s bear hug, and I let him take my weight as I kick out with both feet.
“Christ!” King steps back, and I thrash. My too-long-pant-legs waving in the air in front of us.
We keep moving away from N, and even though I feel the fight leaving me, I don’t stop struggling.
“I hate you!” I don’t even realize I’m crying until I try to yell it. And I don’t know who it’s directed at, King or N. It doesn’t even matter. I hate them both.
Together, King and I drop backwards, landing on the couch I’d briefly noticed was situated under the windows.
His legs come up and wrap around mine. Holding me in place. But my head is still free, so I swing my head around, hoping to hit his stupid perfect nose.
It’s fruitless. I know that. He already showed me all the evidence I need, to prove I’m helpless. That I’m fully ensnared in his trap. But I can’t help myself. I can’t just let myself give up.
His body tightens around mine, as he shifts his head to dodge my blow.
Then we’re tipping onto our sides, all of my limbs still trapped beneath his.
