Page 25 of Savage Torment

I consider ignoring her question, but I have nothing to hide. “Since the night you chased him in the woods,” I answer, feeling her eyes return to the side of my face.

“How do you know that? Actually, never mind. I don't want to know,” she states, lifting her hands and taking a step back.

“It's probably for the best,” I reassure her, but in a classic Polaris way, she points over her shoulder, seeking more information.

“Is she keeping him here at your request?” She turns in search of the nurse, but she left the moment Polaris arrived, knowing her presence was no longer wanted.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I tilt my head at her. “I thought you didn't want to know?”

She crosses her arms over her chest, and even though she stands tall, keeping her chin high as she stares me down, I can hear the flutter of her heartbeat cranking up a notch. “I don’t.”

“Good.”

Her lips purse and I can sense her brain whirling into overdrive. “The nurse said I can leave,” she states, and I try not to laugh at her and the bullshit she’s trying to sell.

“You're lying,” I reply, turning away from her to stare at Terence’s unresponsive limbs.

“I’m not,” she insists, and I shake my head. Tucking my hands into my pockets, I avoid her gaze as I try to move around her to go back to her room, but she stands in my way, craning her neck back and rolling her shoulders so she can stand even taller.

I sigh, settling my gaze on hers. “Do you think she's going to openly tell you when you can leave when the man in the room beside you is purposely induced in some kind of coma so he's not a problem because I deemed it so?”

“Why?” she asks, searching my eyes, but I’d rather just spell it out for her since she’s so insistent on knowing.

“What happens if I kill him, Amica Mea? Or have you forgotten where you are?”

“I know exactly where I am,” she insists. “I’m just wondering if there’s anythingIcan do to ensureyou’renot a problem,” she grumbles and I cock a brow at her, waiting for her to expand on whatever she has going through her mind right now. It’s amusing as hell, watching the frustration build inside her, just like it did before, and my cock stirs to life, desperate to fuck some sense into her. She waivers under my stare, huffing as she throws her arms out wide. “You're derailing my life, Blaze.”

“No, Polaris. I’m just finally letting you live it.”

I inch toward her, a mere two steps before she backtracks, plastering herself against the wall beside her room, allowing me the perfect opportunity to crowd her space; my favorite place to be.

Our lips are a breath away, our chests heaving in sync as our gazes burn into each other.

“If you were actually as mad as you pretend to be,” I murmur, swiping a fingertip from her collarbone, down the side of her breast, over her waist, down the thin medical center gown before settling at her hip. “Your body wouldn't react the way it does,” I rasp, feeling the tremor that runs through her.

“My body is stupid,” she whispers, breathless, putting up no fight as her pupils dilate.

I can't help myself, I eliminate the tiny distance between us and place a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth. “If you say so,” I relent, taking a step back before I cream my fucking pants.

She quickly folds her arms over her chest, adding a barrier between us, but I don't miss the pebbled peaks beneath the thin fabric where her taut nipples stand desperate for my attention.

“I want to see them,” she states, trying to change the subject, but all I can think about is that I want to see them too. The ‘them’we’re both referring to are entirely different though.

I want to see her tits, she wants to see… them.

My cell phone vibrates in my pocket and I know I'm shit out of luck. I need to carefully consider my choices. Without even bothering to look at the device, I offer her a dark smile, one that leaves her wary. “Well, it's your lucky day because you're allowed to leave, remember?” I breathe, tucking a loose curl of silver hair behind her ear before taking a step back, desperately needing the distance between us so I can think.

“Just like that?” she whispers, and I grunt.

“It’s always been just like that. Are you forgetting the fact that I've been hidingmefrom your memory and notthem?”

Her eyes widen as though she’s never considered that fact, but then her eyebrows furrow and uncertainty washes over her features. “Why?”

I wipe a hand down my face, nowhere near ready to face what's about to come my way. “Maybe another time,” I mumble, and she almost stomps her foot in frustration as she glares daggers at me.

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