Page 42 of War and his Queen

Him.

Am I ready to see that? Yes. I know without a doubt that I am.

His hand covers mine and my breath hitches, but when he presses his knee between my thighs, I whimper, collapsing forward until my forehead rests on his chest. “Let me see it properly.”

“Fuck you,” I gasp, my heart racing.

“You’ve said that already.” His teeth graze the edge of my jaw, forcing my hand away from the wound. His other hand flies over his phone screen, before a flashlight beams onto my skin. A beat of silence stretches between us as his body turns rigid. “I’m gonna fucking kill them all.”

I swallow. “You don’t even know who did it.”

“Don’t care. They’re all dead.”

I shudder. “So this game that you protected me from seeing tonight. Are you going to do this every time?”

His thigh shifts once more and my mouth turns dry when I feel how close he is to me.

“Do what?”

My stomach tightens as my back slightly arches off the tree.

A loud bang explodes through my ears, cutting the tension, and I pull from his grip, shoving my shirt back down. As soon as his hand slips from mine and the connection is broken, I feel the absence. I hate that I feel that shit right down to my soul.

“What the fuck was that?”

He doesn’t step away from me, but his shoulders are back, his head snapped slightly to the side. It’s as if he’s waiting for someone to appear from behind us. When I hear twigs snapping beneath heavy boots, I know that whoever is here isn’t welcome. The muscles in War’s arm ripple against the moonlight as he slowly turns while forcefully shoving me behind him.

“Tsk, tsk… Well, what happened to the fallen princess?”

I grit my teeth at the snarky comment. I hadn’t even risen tofallyet. I was barely halfway there, since I apparently have no idea what twisted game the boys actually play during these nights.

“You have about two seconds to run, Raphael,” War says tonelessly. “I may have never seen your face, but mark my words, I always know when you’re near.”

I sidestep away from him to see if I can get a better look at who this guy is, but War’s hand flies out to stop me.

“I’m not here for a fight.” The guy surrenders and I finally break away from War to see who he is, but he counters my step once more.

Goddamn wall of muscle.

“I’ve come to warn you all.”

“About what?” War hisses. Anger flows from his body in searing waves of lava.

“We don’t much like to be pushed out of our turf, War…” he singsongs.

“Motherfucker, you—" War growls, stepping forward. As soon as he does, Raphael steps back, raising his arms. I finally catch a peek. Dressed in white from head to toe, his face is covered by a pastel-colored mask. “You have ten seconds to run before I gut you alive and send you back to your owner in liquid form.”

“Ah… the true EKC threats. I’ve got to admit, they’re not nearly as colorful as I would have hoped.”

He goes to turn back when War’s next words stop him. “Three hundred degrees.” Raphael’s—or whoever’s—shoulders stiffen. “Three hundred degrees, a special little concoction named lye solution, and your ass is simple syrup. Your owner will love that. Add some moisture into his creations…” I shudder as the air blows over my skin.

Raphael shoots off through the forest, and as soon as he’s gone the pain in my side returns.

I fall backward, hissing through the sting. Blood seeps between my fingers and War catches me swiftly, sweeping me up by the back of my thighs and lifting me off the ground.

“I’m only letting you carry me because I don’t think I can feel my legs.” His cologne is a blend of cedar and bergamot. Like walking through the doors of your favorite place. Familiar.Safe.

My head falls against his shoulder as everything fades away.

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