“Shut the hell up.”
We land in the center of the cabin, and I’m immediately slammed into by someone as everyone yells at me at once. Before I can hear what anyone is saying, I feel my body splitting the planes as someone dematerializes me.
I hit the ground hard, and then there’s suddenly a black boot about to slam into my side. I catch the familiar leg, stopping the attack as my eyes widen.
“Kya?! What the he—”
My words end on a hiss when she spins out of my grip, and her other booted foot connects with my side. My eyes catch sight of the cabin where everyone has stepped outside to watch, given the fact Kya didn’t move us too far away.
“You don’t get to do that!” Kya barks, furious as I flip to my feet, dodging the fist she throws at my face.
She’s lost her damn mind!
“Kya!” I snap, but she launches another attack, a flurry of kicks and punches that I don’t have time to dodge.
Her fist connects with my stomach, doubling me over, and a boot comes across the backs of my knees, knocking me down to the ground as I hit hard on my back.
“You don’t get to just tell me you love me and disappear as I’m begging you to stay!” she goes on, emotion choking her throat.
She comes down on top of me, straddling me with an iron grip between her legs as though she’s bolting me in place. Her fist slams down, aimed at my face. I catch it before it connects, and then I catch the other one, stopping it from colliding as well. Restraining her that way, I look at her tear-filled eyes as she glares at me.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, still stunned and taken aback.
“You don’t get to just go and risk your life without me, understand?” she seethes, though the words are strained. “You don’t get to ignore me when I speak.”
My look softens as a tear falls from her eye, and she curses as she looks away, her body heaving as it shakes. My thumbs caress her still tightly clenched fists that are trapped in my much larger hands.
“I’m sorry,” I say again, softer this time.
Chapter 31
KYA
He’s sorry? That’s supposed to make it all better?
I’ve been sick, terrified of every possible scenario, and no one would let me go after him for fear of putting him more at risk for breaking the two-delegate rule.
My chest is so painful that it feels as though an ogre is pressing down on me, pushing all the air from my lungs. I’ve never felt so fucking crazy in all my life, and I’ve never been so pissed about something so... so... Gah!
Damn emotions. Damn heart. Damned I am.
“You’re infuriating,” I growl, hating the fact more tears are leaking out without my permission.
His lips twitch, pissing me off all the more.
He drops my fists so fast that I don’t notice it until he jerks to a seated position, grabs the sides of my face and presses his lips to mine. I struggle, grabbing his wrists and trying to break away, but he doesn’t let go.
He’s stronger, and my entire body aches from the physical attack. I did more damage to myself than him. Which also infuriates me all the more.
Chaz holds me in place, and angrily, I kiss him back as I stop struggling. My hands release his wrists, and I take a painful grip on his head—at least I hope it’s painful to him.
He
growls into my mouth, kissing me harder, and I grind against him, trying to ignore the even more ridiculous reactions I have. I’m pissed. There’s no way I should be kissing him. I never understand anything that goes on when we’re together.
“Well, that shifted quickly. I’m going to go piss Karma off now. Hashtag—angry sex,” Dice says somewhere as more arguing erupts, everyone chastising him for disappearing with Chaz when no one had decided who was going.
I break the kiss, panting for air as my forehead falls against Chaz’s. His hands stay on either side of my face, holding on like he’s worried I’ll leave if he lets go.