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I noticed multiple things at once - the gun in his bloody, bruised hand, the exit door a few steps away being held open by a stack of bodies that only further piled up on the staircase, and his eyes that were orbs of white.
He looked like he was possessed, but I felt like he knew exactly what he was doing because the intensity of murderous intent was too bold in its projection to be blindly orchestrated.
“Dimitris,” I repeated his name again as I took a steady step before him.
He briefly acknowledged me, his eyes lowering to meet my concerned ones, but he dismissed me like I was nothing to him which hurt more than I thought it would.
Then he huffed as if I’d suddenly become a burden in his plot for world domination.
“Did you just huff at me?” I questioned, but he completely ignored me.
Oh no, no, no, no. We ain’t fucking having that.
I moved far swifter than I realized. The movement caused him to raise his gun with the intention of shooting me, but my hand caught his wrist, my height now taller than his before my other hand was around his neck and forcing him close to me until his lips were centimeters from mine and his body was pressed into me.
“You’ll fucking respond to me, Dimi,”I growled with far more force than intended.“Now you either snap out of your void of deathly hollows and face me like a fucking man or don’t complain when this fist breaks your nose and my knee enjoys playing tag with your fucking crotch!”
Then I kissed him with my rough lips and bit his lip until it broke and bled.
That did something because his eyes flickered between the white and his usual pink until they finally remained on the romantic shade and dilated in shock -and lust.
Breaking the kiss, I made my next words clear.
“Point a fucking gun at me again and I’ll give you a taste of what a bullet feels like going through your flesh.”
I was really skipping through dangerous territory, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t be threatened by my own pack members - especially my Alpha.
He blinked a few times before it finally dawned on him where he was. It didn’t stop him from looking around, as if to make sure we were truly safe from harm’s way before he gave me a slow head-to-toe look.
“Why are you so fucking pale?” he snapped. “And don’t you ever use that Alpha tone on me.”
“Unless we’re in bed,” I growled with a touch of seductive anarchy in my tone of voice. “Fuck you. Serves you right for trying to kill me!”
He pouted his lips, but he clearly wasn’t going to apologize.
“Your aura was making you a threat.”
“That’s like saying someone wearing skimpy clothes deserves to be raped,” I argued and pushed him back on purpose because it was the only way I’d get my frustration and nerves out. It didn’t excuse me for being rough with him when it was clear he just went through an army of men and survived, but I couldn’t control it as William when I had to confront Dimitris this way.
“Are you okay?” he questioned.
“Oh ya. Just got confronted by two guys in suits who we saw last time who are clearly Russian and work for the Vile Queen and stopped time to do a few fancy magic tricks. I found out Viktor can stop time too, and he did some cool juju shit that was fucking mind-blowing and left those two fuckers tasting their own medicine which makes me realize those bullets had some sort of toxic poison that would have fucked me up pretty bad and most likely landed me before the gates of paradise with our Moon Goddess. After that, everything else was pretty smooth apart from walking out of the elevator to see you finishing off your final victim, and well, that led to this whole bullshit thing happening here. What should we call this? Communicating?”
“Can you tone down your anger?”
“I’m really tempted to repeat that but in a SpongeBob, mocking way just to piss you off.”
“I get that you’re upset because I almost shot you.”
“If you think that’s the reason why I’m upset, you can go fuck yourself and not monitor my sex life at the new house.”
“Why are you mad?”
“You’re covered in blood and had to fight like what? Thirty, forty assassins?”
“Eighty-seven,” he announced and glanced over to the last victim he shot, only to aim and pull the trigger again which launched a bullet into the twitching man’s head. “Eighty-eight.”
“Where are the others?” I stressed.
