Page 264 of Chaos Kills

He doesn’t react, but he’s already looking at something else, causing me to follow his gaze.

It’s just a bunch of people dressed up, so I bite back on my pride for his help and purposely fall within his line of sight.

His golden eyes fall down the length of my silver dress before his focus licks back up to my face, void of all emotion as I close the distance between us.

“Where’s Cairo?”

Torin just continues to stare at me, ignoring the woman at his side. “Busy.”

“I need him.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“Now.”

His brow lifts, that strong jawline full of stubble only making me want to punch it for everything he’s done to me. “You don’t order me, Wildfire. You’re not my queen.”

“Then change your fucking address out of The Landings because I own you when I sit on that chair.” A vein in his temple twitches, and he pries away from his party guest, that famous glower now locked and loaded on me. “I’m not here to listen to your bullshit. I just need directions.”

“You must want to be stoned to death before stepping up, princess, because I’ll bury you.”

“Where’s Cairo?” I repeat because if I keep at him, he’ll keep throwing.

“I told you he was busy.”

My whole face skews in pure frustration that he can’t just answer a simple fucking question. “I need him, dickwad. Where the fuck is he?”

His eyes intently study my face before prompting, “What’s wrong?”

“Fuck you. Like I’d trust you—” His hand flies up so swiftly that I don’t catch up until his fingers are tightly and impatiently squeezing my throat and heaving me closer.

Our chests—now a panting mess—enunciate how much we affect each other’s temperaments as his attention darkens on me.

“I asked you what was wrong, Your Majesty. Since you want to own me, you might want to give me some fucking respect so I follow you.”

“Torin…what are you doing?” I hear the redhead ask at his side, but we both ignore her because we have better things to do.

Like glower at each other incessantly.

My nails dig into the sides of his fingers, but I know he’s not going to let go. It doesn’t matter that we’re at a party filled with people, we’re the same.

And, right now, Pretty Boy wants to make his point nice and clear for me.

“Get off me, Torin.”

“What do you need?”

I clench down on my teeth, but I give in to him anyway because time is of the essence here. “There’s someone in one of the studies. They were banging on the back of the wall.” He just gapes at me for a second, and I know I’m not making any sense. “I think someone is hurt. It’s not extremely loud…but…”

“But what?” I notice his grip loosen a bit while he waits for me to answer him.

“Torin, there’s someone in that room.” His golden orbs remain locked onto mine, and I’m not sure what else to say. “It needs to be checked out.”

“Fuck off, Mindy,” Torin clips out, still keeping me in his view and grasp.

“But Torin?—”

“He said fuck off,” I repeat, flicking my irritated attention to her. She’s got me hella fucked up if she thinks she’s going to stand here while I have a conversation with Pretty Boy.

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