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Sarah has never been one to scare me—I’m pretty sure I could beat her ass—but what I didn’t expect from her was that she plays dirty.
Collapsing onto the floor in front of the door, I lay my head on my bag, and somehow, I fall back asleep.
* * *
Something is pushing me.
I jolt awake, and the knife I was holding clangs onto the floor.
“Alaska.”
Relief washes over me at the sound of Zuko’s deep voice saying my name.
“Why are you against the fucking door?”
I manage to move just a little, and he squeezes his way in. His black shoes come into view, and he notices me cradling my stomach, so he crouches down and removes my hand. “Fucking hell.” He shakes his head. “I leave you for a few hours to run some errands and get you food, and I come back to this.”
Before I can say anything, his arms circle around me, and he lifts and carries me to my couch. After gently putting me down, he pulls my shirt up without even asking and removes the bandage. “I need to rebandage it. Stay still.” I didn’t realize I was moving until he said the words. Taking a deep breath, I nod and tip my head back. “Do you plan to tell me who did this? Or are you going to make me guess?” he asks.
“Who do you think did it?” I bite back.
“Why did you let her in?”
I shake my head. “She was in here already.”
“So she waited for you.”
“It appears so,” I say dully. “This isallyour fault, you know that, right? You got her fired, and now I have to deal with the damn consequences of that. Thanks very much!”
“I know where she lives.” My eyes find him at his declaration. “Did you forget what I do, Trouble?” He smirks. “I know where she is.” I go to sit up, but he pushes me back down. “And you aren’t going fucking anywhere.”
“Well, bring her to me, then,” I snap.
“That can’t happen either. I would be a fool to put someone in front of you who wants to hurt you.”
A knock at the door has Zuko pulling my shirt down and standing. “Stay there. I’ll get it.” He walks with determination to the door and pulls it open.
Kyson enters, and his eyes find mine before they quickly go back to his brother. He leans in and whispers something to Zuko. Then Zuko nods and comes back to me, where I’m lying on the couch. “You’ll stay there. You can’t risk tearing those stitches open again. You’ve already almost succeeded.”
“That wasn’t my fault,” I argue.
“That’s fair. But stay here… Kyson will sit with you until I return.”
Kyson is still standing near the door, seeming bored and checking his phone.
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“I beg to differ.” Zuko leans down and kisses the top of my head. “Stay here, and don’t move.” My gaze follows him as he approaches his brother and says something to him, then walks out the door.
I drop my head back onto the couch pillow and pick up the other one and scream into it.
I was meant to have a normal life.
Eventually, at least.
Or whatever is considered normal.
Instead, I have a complete and utter bitch after me, I’m fucking a serial killer, and now I’m being babysat by someone who probably wants to kill me as well.
