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He’s provoking Nikolai and the others. He must know they’re not the type to bluff. Especially not Nikolai.
Sure enough, Jeremy starts to twist and I scream so loud, everything comes to a halt. The world, my hoarse voice, and my surroundings.
Jeremy stops. He and Killian watch me as if I’m a wild animal who’s about to bite their heads off, which I probably should do.
Nikolai’s attention slides back to me, his expression taken aback.
“You’re finally looking at me now after you erased and silenced me?” I sign, feeling the burn in my eyes. “How can I talk to you if you don’t look at me?”
Some of the tension in his shoulders disappears as he steps toward me and grabs my arm. “Fuck. I’m so sorry, Mia. I didn’t mean to.”
I push his hand away. “Let Landon go.”
“I can’t do that. He’s a venom that needs to be extracted by the roots—”
“I’ll leave him. I won’t associate with him again, so just let him go.”
“No, you won’t.” Landon fights against Jeremy’s grip for the first time since I came here. “Go ahead and break my fucking wrist, Jeremy.”
“Stay fucking still.” Jeremy struggles to keep him down.
“Remember, Cecily loved me first.” Landon’s voice turns eerily calm. Taunting, even. “She loved me so much that she fantasized about me and called me her prince. She loved me so much that she gave me heart eyes long before you came along. Not to mention, we used to bathe together as children. Fucking naked. You must really hate that you’ll always be second choice to me.”
“You little fucking—” Jeremy twists his wrist and Landon’s face scrunches, but he doesn’t release any sounds.
One moment, I’m standing beside Nikolai, the next, I’m kicking Jeremy’s arm. He’s so taken aback that he loses his grip on Landon’s wrist.
I help him up and he stands to his feet. However, his arm remains limp by his side.
“Is it okay?” I sign, gulping the lump in my throat.
Landon doesn’t even check if his wrist is okay as he grabs my cheek with his good hand. “You’re not going any-fucking-where. You understand me?”
“Leave,” I sign.
“I’m going to fucking kill this motherfucker.” Nikolai comes close, but I shake my head at him.
“Just go.” I push Landon toward the door.
He doesn’t even take one step.
“Brandon is outside,” I sign. “He could be in danger, too.”
His upper lip lifts in a snarl and he tsks. “What the fuck is that busybody doing here?”
“He’s worried about you. Please go, Landon. For me. Please.”
I have no doubt that if he stays here one more minute, he’ll provoke them again and they’ll make good on their threat to break his wrist.
“You’re never leaving me and we won’t be over,” he says, ignoring everyone else present as he kisses me in a brief passionate kiss. All I taste is blood as Killian pushes him off me.
And then he’s out the door.
I release a long breath, then I glare at the three guys I thought were closest to me.
“What?” Killian says. “You should’ve known this was coming. That motherfucker did a lot worse to us.”
“There’s nothing worse than breaking an artist’s fucking wrist, Killian! Put yourself in his shoes. How would you have survived your medical career if your own wrist was broken?”
