Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
APRIL
They are hiding stuff from me again. My emotions are so heightened after that dreadful night when I saved that jerk Sebastian and died because of that stupidity that it’s hard to keep myself from breaking everything in the room.
And that’s what I really want. To grab anything I can get my hands on and grind it into dust with my bare hands.
Panting like a feral animal, I pace a line in front of the bed, wearing the carpet thin under my feet. My body feels warm, the temperature rising with each breath to a point I feel tears prickle my eyes from the pain. Pain? Wait, what?
Startled by the voice in my head, I glance down, and a shriek echoes in the empty room when I see my feet looking an angry red with blisters popping out like in a cartoon.
The door bursts open, and the banging on the opposite wall is followed by a plume of smoke from a body that is blurry through my teary eyes.
Whoever it is, picks me up like a rag doll and bolts back out in the dark hallway with my hair flying around us from the speed, like a flag blowing in a windstorm.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” Sebastian’s blurry face looms an inch from my nose, and my eyes cross when I try to focus on it. “April, speak.” Shaking me by the shoulders, he sounds frantic.
“My feet…” My voice trails off.
I push with both hands on his chest to move him away from me.
His scent fills my nostrils, that expensive cologne he wears and the natural smell of his skin making me fight the urge to wrap my arms and legs around him and start tearing the shirt and pants he is wearing to shreds.
An embarrassing squeak comes from me when he dumps me on my butt and lifts my feet to his face to look at him.
“Stop manhandling me, asshole.” Shoving on his back, I push him down on his butt too, tangling his limbs with mine. “Damn it! I can’t even hurt in peace, away from you.”
“Why are your feet blistered?” Ignoring my comments as usual when it doesn’t suit him, he glares at me.
“If I knew, I wouldn’t be shrieking, now would I?” Sitting up, I take one foot in my hands, lifting it closer to my face so I can look at it properly.
“She must’ve been pacing on the carpet barefooted.” Marcus chirps from the end of the hallway with his arms folded across his chest, looking too amused for his own good.
Sebastian and I both glare at him.
“I’ve seen her do it before, but I’ve usually been there to distract her enough so she stops.” Lifting his hands palms up, he shrugs unapologetically when Sebastian growls at him like a feral dog. Speaking of which…
“When will I see mutt?” My best friend Denial has my back, again. She is great like that. If I don’t like the situation, I’ll just ignore it like it’s not happening. “You promised I’d have him back.”
“You really want that dog around you before you learn to control your hunger?” Daring me to fight him on this, Marcus grins like an asshole when I pout.
I know he is right, and the last thing I want to do is hurt the only one that accepted me for me without wanting me to change.
My dog. Well, he is not mine, but he refused to leave my side and has stuck with me through thick and thin, so I claimed him.
God help whoever tries to take him from me now.
I’ll never admit to these monsters that they are right. A change of subject is needed.
“I need to rip that carpet off the floor.” Since I have no control over my body, I’ll do the next best thing. I’ll change my surroundings. See? Smart.
“It won’t fix the problem.” Sebastian, the killjoy, pushes off the floor and looms like an angry god above me. “You need to start learning to control your new body and emotions.”
“Let me guess?” Blinking innocently, I fold my hands at my chest, looking adoringly at him. “You’ll take pity on this poor girl and teach her, right? Oh, wonderful master, please say you will spare your precious time and take me under your wing.”
Marcus chokes, coughing to cover the laughter that he barked out before Sebastian turned his murderous glare at him.
“This is unacceptable!” Looking down his nose at me, Sebastian straightens his shirt sleeves, a quirk I’m not sure he is aware of having.
“Whether you like it or not, I made you, and you will do as you are told until you are in control of your actions.” When my eyebrows hit my hairline at the audacity he has, his face darkens with rage, sending an excited shiver up my spine. “I will have you obey!”
“You’ll have me obey?” Tears run down my face from laughter. “How about you tell me this after sunset, huh?” Finally lifting myself off the floor, I square off with him, all humor leaving my face. “Instead of them hiding you like a little bitch, how about you face me then and tell me to obey.”
“I do not hide from you, little girl.” Getting in my personal space, he cages me between the wall and his chest, his nose touching mine when he bends his head.
“And to prove to you that I have let you be for your sanity, as well as mine, I will meet you after sunset…today.” One side of his full lips lift slightly at the corner.
“Let us see if you will or won’t obey me then. ”
He storms off after those last words, leaving me with my shaking hands sliding down the wall until my butt hits the floor. My knees became too weak to hold me up, and I stare at the space where his broad shoulders disappeared a second ago.
“Damn, April.” Marcus shakes his head, chuckling. “You asked for this.” When I snarl at him, he laughs. “Hey, this is all on you. I’m going to enjoy the show tonight.” He follows Sebastian, leaving me alone in the dark hallway.
“You are an idiot, April.” Covering my face with my hands, I feel dread and excitement at the same time. Two deep voices chuckle from somewhere in the apartment at my muffled words. I groan, making them laugh out loud.
The jerks heard me, obviously.