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A Girl Named Calamity (Alyria 1)

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I glared at him. I was going to murder him. Stab him much more than one time. My heart was going to beat out of my chest with how fast the blood was rushing to my ears.

And that was when I said the worst word of my life.

“Fuck you.” Nothing could have explained it better. I was halfway out the door before I heard his response.

“Princess, you couldn’t handle me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

AN ESCAPEE’S DREAMS

The next morning, we were up early and angry. I didn’t know what Weston had to be so angry about, but he was practically unapproachable. And I was a mixture of rage and frustration. Our moods equated harsh looks, sharp words, and a tense air.

It made for a harsh traveling environment . . . but probably a correct kidnapping one.

Throughout the day, I thought I did well with keeping my thoughts contained. But with the tiredness my body began to feel when the sun set, my mind felt it as well, and it was impossible to keep myself from going back to how good it felt . . .

“Think about it one more time, and I swear I will give you something else to focus on, and I assure you, you won’t like it,” Weston said darkly from across the fire.

A frown pulled at my lips, but I couldn’t help but ask, “But what did he do to me? And why?”

“He was a Latent. That’s what they do.”

My brows knitted. “Why?”

His gaze met mine. “Why do you talk nonstop?”

“Because I like to,” I said without hesitation.

“You have your answer.”

“He wasn’t going to kill me? Or sacrifice me or something afterward?”

“Depends.”

My eyes widened. “Depends on what?”

“How much he liked it,” he said flatly.

“Oh.” I let out an exaggerated breath of relief. “Well, I guess I would’ve lived then because he would have loved it.”

“You’re awfully cocky for a virgin, little girl.” His voice was coated with sardonic amusement.

It didn’t disturb me that he knew I was a virgin. But the fact that I wasn’t bothered and was used to him being in my head . . . yea, that kind of disturbed me.

“I’m sure you knew you were going to be a good killer before you actually killed someone . . . some things you just know.” I had no idea what I was talking about. And he probably knew that. But my mouth had a mind of its own around him. “What was wrong with the city? Everyone stared at me the same way.”

“Latent City.”

My mouth fell open. “Why would you take me to a city full of people like that?”

His gaze hardened. “If I remember correctly, I told you to stay in your room. Not run across the city and tempt everyone within the area,” he bit out. “But I should’ve known, you bring trouble wherever you go.”

He had no right to be frustrated with me. And I had every right to hate him. Somehow it was easy to say I hated him, but it was hard to feel, and that confused me. “Then let me go if I’m so much trouble!”

He didn’t respond.

“How did he do what he did?” Magic, I was sure, but I wanted to know more about what had happened to me. Mainly so I could talk about the new experience I had.



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