Chapter 8
8
RAINE
M y heart hammers in my chest as I try not to panic. Killian sets me down in the middle of a downstairs living room. It’s much lighter inside than expected because of the lamps and eggshell-colored walls.
I didn’t realize Killian had housemates, especially these ones. The dark-haired man is gigantic. Even his face is broad, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw. In an online video game, he’d be a berserker.
The other man—the one who grabbed me—is practically his opposite. He’s as golden as a sun god and stunningly beautiful, with symmetrical features and a perfectly proportioned… everything. He’s tall, but not quite as tall as Killian. And even though he’s frowning, his cornflower blue eyes make him look less dangerous than the other two.
Reflexively, I move closer to Killian because he’s the only one I know and historically, he’s been my protector. Sort of.
When Killian speaks, his tone of voice isn’t reassuring. “What are you doing here, Raine?”
I straighten my spine. At five-five, my height is nothing to celebrate, but no matter how scary this towering wall of anger and muscles looks, I am not going to cower.
“You told me to come.”
Killian’s head jerks in sharp disagreement. “No.”
“ Yes , you did . Look at your phone, your text.”
He removes his phone and studies it. When he murmurs the word fuck , it’s almost inaudible. Then he looks at the other two. “Yeah, I swiped the wrong letter. The letters i and u should not be next to each other on the fucking keyboard. Meant to say I would go over to her place, not the reverse.”
There’s a moment of silence as we all process that my being here is a stupid mistake that could’ve been avoided.
“Yeah, well, past is past, mate. Gotta go from here,” the blond one says.
The dark-haired one’s gaze shifts from me to Killian. “He’s right. Need me to do it?”
The breath freezes in my lungs when I realize what he means.
He’s offering to kill me.