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“God, I started to think you weren’t a virgin. You were so easy.”
Coldness took over as blood drained from her face. He was mocking her, and she was done. She grabbed a glass of water on the table from dinner and splashed it in his face, then raised the glass. “Move, or I’ll throw this at your head.”
“You wouldn—”
The glass hurtled through the air, and Jason dodged it, though he didn’t need to. Kat wasn’t looking for an assault charge; she just wanted out of the house before she fell apart, threw up, or both. Glass shattered, and Kat used Jason’s shock to squeeze past and run out. She ran to the sidewalk, and Ashley’s car was parked in front of Jason’s house.
Ashley rolled her window down and hung out of it. “You didn’t think he cared about you, did you?” She laughed. “So naïve, Kat. It’s pathetic.”
More tears formed. It’d been bad enough Jason saw her cry. Ashley didn’t need to see too. Kat raced down the street as fast as her aching heart let her.
Chapter 17
The Fear of Hell
Unabletostayinthe house, where everything smelled like Kat, Nex left and didn’t return. When she came back, she’d smell different. Likehim. He’d been tempted to follow them, but after arguing with himself, he let it go and stayed away.
That fucker better take it slow with her.
He met Lucian in a park and drank until he didn’t picture them together. Losing count of the number of drinks, he lay in the grass, glaring at the sky. Kat had too strong of an effect on him. He wanted to go home.
Alongside Nex, Lucian clasped his hands behind his head. “Your jealousy is out of control tonight.”
“It’s not jealousy.” Nex dug his nails into the browned grass beneath him. “She’s weaseled her way into me, and I’m annoyingly concerned for her.”
“I believe that. I also know you’re jealous, and if you don’t watch it, Lilith’s going to come find you and her.”
“So you’ve said. Many times. Shut up, and leave me alone.”
“I have a mission tomorrow. Want to go? Take your mind off things?”
“Fine.” Nex sat up and took another swig from a bottle of whiskey.
“I gotta get some rest.” Lucian stood. “Don’t get in trouble finding your way home.”
Nex stood too, swaying. “My home is unreachable.”
Lucian chuckled. “You’re getting annoying to be around. I suggest you work on that.”
Before Nex could reply, Lucian disappeared. Nex ran his hand through his hair as he headed back to the house. He drank the rest of the bottle, not liking the idea of staying alone. He’d find somewhere else to go after he got more alcohol.
He stumbled down the street and tried not to think of green eyes, wild red hair, and freckles. Or skin so pale blushes showed easily. Or the way that pale skin would redden if he kissed her neck hard enough. The idea of leaving his mark on her excited him.
The number of times he fantasized about her was disturbing. Her too innocent reactions drew him in. Every time he touched her or got close, her responsiveness amplified his desire. He wanted nothing more than to take that innocence, strip her bare so he could see every part of her raw and real instead of cool and collected. The times he’d been close gave him a brief glimpse into what having her under him would be like. Thinking about it too hard left him in ruins.
He tried to force out the memories of last night when she saw the real him and didn’t run away but reached out. He hated the way it affected him, the way it touched him deeper than she understood. He hated the way she accepted Lucian and Marcus and made an effort to know them despite what they were. He hated how much of her was everything he never knew he wanted and somehow everything he needed.
You can’t have her.She was taken, and even if she wasn’t, she was too pure for him. Angels didn’t sleep with demons, and she was the closest thing this realm had to an angel.
At the house, Nex stopped in the doorway. Kat was there. Not only there but . . . crying.
He rushed to the bedroom, where she was curled on the bed, wrapped in blankets, a bottle of whiskey next to her. Nex crouched beside her, setting his hand on her tear-stained cheek. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
She turned her face into the pillow to muffle her weeping.
Nex sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her back. “Katherine, what’s wrong? Did he hurt you?”
“He—“ She cried harder. “I’m so stupid. I should’ve listened to you.” She sobbed, curling up tighter, clutching the blankets. “I hate myself. I’m sostupid.”
