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Opening it, I found there was a small bedroom with a glass door leading out into a backyard with dead grass. The mattress was covered with a white comforter that I was pretty sure was filled with feathers that were suddenly calling to me.
Glancing around, I also noticed a bathroom and small wardrobe area, but my eyes kept going back to the bed. They even started to burn with weariness.
Maybe a nap wouldn’t be so bad…
That was my last thought before my face met the soft pillows.
Chapter15
GRAYSON
Getting proper food shouldn’t have been so fucking difficult, but apparently, the guards were under strict orders to ignore us until Ryder had further vetted us. Something I got out of a teenager who nearly pissed himself when I cornered him behind a building.
After only managing to find a store that had already been looted, I at least found some canned food. It wasn’t much better than a freezer-burnt corndog, but it would be good enough for the time being.
When I got back to the house, the door was locked. I knocked, but I couldn’t hear any voices inside.
I swore to the gods if those two women had left of their own accord, I was going to tie them both up next time I had to leave.
And if they’d been taken… Well, that made my inner demon perk up, considering my last hunting expedition had ended with me finding a mate and not someone who needed to have their still-beating heart removed from their chest.
I was tempted to bust the door down, but since I didn’t want to make things more tense with our stay than they already seemed, I headed around the side of the house, checking for windows and other doors.
None of the windows were unlocked, but I found a door at the back of the house. I tried the handle, but it didn’t budge. Blocking the glare of the rising sun with my hand, I looked through the glass of the door and I saw Kinsley lying face-first on the mattress.
She wasn’t moving and, if she was alive, I was pretty sure she couldn’t sleep like that and still breathe properly.
Rage overpowered my rationale, and I yanked the door from its hinges, shattering the glass window as I did.
With the noise, Kinsley screamed and scrambled to her feet, arms out and ready for a fight.
“Fucking hell,” I snarled, dropping the paper bag I had in my hand. “I thought you were dead.”
She let out a shuddering breath. “It’s called a nap, you psycho. Maybe you need one, too.”
I stalked toward her, fury born from so many things rising inside me. Impressively, she didn’t even flinch when I got in her face and grabbed her arms.
“Don’t call me a ‘psycho,’” I growled. Kinsley had never met a true psychopath like my father and his demon followers had been. Regardless of my rage, I would never be like them. I could control who and what I was.
She cocked her head to the side. “Would you prefer I used ‘demented’? ‘Crazy’? ‘Manic’?”
Her mouth needed to be taught a lesson.
My right hand moved further up until it was cupping her chin. “Enough.”
“Or what?” she countered.
I sat on the bed behind us and laid her over my lap. “Or my hand is going to become acquainted with your ass.”
She stiffened. “You wouldn’t dare.”
My hand came down firmly over her right cheek, but not enough to leave a bruise. The sound was drowned out by Kinsley’s gasp. Though, if I was reading the situation right, it wasn’t because of pain. Nowhere near that.
“You bastard,” she hissed, but there was a slight moan lacing her words.
I spanked her again. “Keep it up. I can do this all day.”
“Fuck you,” she spat, moving out of my grasp, and then she was shoving me until I was lying on the bed and her knees pinned my arms down.
