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I turned, shoving my back against a shelf. “Don’t touch me.”
“I’m going to do worse than touch you,” he snapped.
His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat. I slapped his arm but he didn’t even blink. Against him, I was an annoying gnat vexing a giant. He pulled me close and I limped as I was dragged against his chest.
“Don’t fucking run again. Do you understand me?”
“I-I don’t want to die.”
He raised a brow. “Who the hell said we were going to kill you?”
“You did!” I shouted. “If something happens to him,” I said nodding up to the floor above, “said that. But I did everything I could. Just let me go.”
“Not going to happen.” His grip tightened, fingers pressing against the side of my throat as he squeezed. “And if anything happens to Grimm, no one’s going to kill you. We all know what this life is. Now move your ass.”
I stumbled and hissed. “I think I twisted my knee when I hit my toe. Don’t think I can walk.”
He sighed. “That’s what happens when you go running off into the dark like a fool.” Christian passed me his flashlight. “Hold this.”
I clutched it to my chest as he bent down and scooped me up into his arms. His muscles, hard and strong, pressed against my back, the other arm behind my knees. He turned, carrying me effortlessly up the stairs as if I weighed nothing at all.
Hyde joined us at the top. He tried to take the flashlight from me, but I clutched it to my chest hard. As he stared at me, his brow raising, I forced the truth from my lips.
“I’m terrified of the dark.”
“Let her keep it,” Christian muttered. “You can have it as long as you sit down and shut up.”
“Actually,” I spoke up. “There’s a bathroom in my office. I can feel blood on my toe and I’m covered in dust. Can I take a shower?”
The two of them exchanged a look, but I stayed quiet. Right now, I needed to play into their mistrust and be gentle. Christian’s threat to break my legs still rang in my head. I had no doubt he’d do it if I pissed him off.
“I can make it quick,” I said, drawing their attention back to me. “Just…please. There’s blood all over my hands and I can’t take the smell of it anymore.”
“Alright, alright,” Christian said as he turned back to look at Grimm. “He’s out like a light. Might as well.”
Hyde nodded. “Yeah? Why not?”
I looked between them. “Both of you don’t have to come.”
“Do we look fucking stupid to you?” Christian asked. “One of us turns our head and you’re going to be off again.”
“I really can’t run,” I insisted. “My knee hurts too much.”
“Not buying it,” he grunted.
I sighed but went quiet. As we advanced, Hyde glanced over his shoulder at me.
“What’s a preacher doing with a fifth of whiskey in her desk?” he asked.
“I’m allowed to drink.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question,” he mused.
I glanced away from him. “None of your business.”
“Feisty,” Hyde chuckled. “I like that.”
I shivered. The way he said it made me feel as if his hand was sliding over my skin. When I looked at him again, he grinned. I quickly looked away.
