Page 81 of His White Moonlight
I closed myself in his bedroom, sat on his bed, and proceeded to gorge myself onallthe fast food.Was I starving?No.I was petty, and eating Bennett’s food was a form of revenge for being a pain in my ass.
When I was full, I mashed what was left of his burger with my forearm, rewrapped the flattened disc, and put it back in the bag by the door.Then I sat on his bed and planned.
A lot of bad things had happened to me in the few days I’d been home.The face bruise from Miranda, being pinned to a wall by Milena, and then tripped by Storm.Mom’s concession to talk about the future didn’t give me any warm, hopeful feelings.No, I knew better.It was an appeasement talk.A “be patient” talk.We’d had plenty of those in the past, usually after something happened and I expressed a desire for something—like leaving that seventh-ring-of-hell school—that didn’t align with what they wanted.I would be coaxed and managed until I conceded to whatever they wanted.
Which was why I needed Bennett on my side.
Aiden and Karter would have been preferable, but the assholes weren’t here.
And now I was stuck with moody Bennett.
I sighed.
A second later, he knocked on the door.
“Can I come in?”
“No.Go away, Bennett.I’m thinking and don’t need you to add to my headache.”
The door didn’t open, and after a few minutes, I relaxed and went back to contemplating the problem that was Bennett.He was volatile, and that unpredictability was messing with my plans.
If he would just claim his mate already, I’d have my bed, and he’d stop doing weird things like pinning my hands above my head and trying to taste what I drank.
“You said you would stop running away from me,” he said suddenly on the other side of the door.
Annoyed, I got off the bed, grabbed the food bag, and yanked open the door.He caught the bag when it hit his chest.
“I didn’t run; I walked.And I’m avoiding you so I don’t say mean things until I’ve calmed down.”Rather than shutting the door in his face, I kept going.
“Why do you always treat me like that when you’re in a mood?I’m a person with feelings, too, Bennett.How would you like it if someone bigger and stronger tried to physically intimidate you every time you annoyed them?
“And for the record, my choice would be tonotannoy you at all…by not being here.So don’t even try to say it’s my fault for being annoying.”
One second, I was standing in the doorway, verbally slapping some sense into him; the next, my back was against the wall, and he was holding my hands to my sides as he met my gaze.
His pupils were spasming between fully blown and pinpoints, making him look like the lunatic I knew he was.
“I know you’re a person, Wrenly.I wasn’t trying to intimidate you.”
“Right, because holding someone down during a conversation is normal.”
His lips pulled back in a snarl, but he didn’t let me go.
“Are you sure you’re not annoying me on purpose?”he asked.
“Nope.It just comes naturally.Why are you here?”
“It’s my room.”
“Give me my bed back, and I’ll get out of it.”
He closed his eyes, and I knew from the way he took a slow breath that he was struggling to keep calm.A wise person would have been afraid.But I wanted to laugh.
Served him right!
His eyes snapped open.His pupils weren’t spasming anymore but had completely swallowed his irises.
And there was the fear…filling me quite quickly.
