Page 84 of Wilde's End
They stare each other down, and surprisingly, Wilde is the first to let it drop.
“I’ve told you to control that stupid thing,” he grunts, pointing at Bob.
“And I’ve toldyouto try controlling a wild animal.”
I’m panting as I look from Wilde to Lynx and back. Bob’s golden eyes are locked on Wilde, and I’m not so sure it isn’t going to attack again.
Lynx’s head snaps my way. “You get one warning. Don’t make me come back here.”
“That sounds like a you choice.”
His eyes narrow for a second before he leaves, Bob lingering for too long to be comfortable before he follows Lynx off the road and into the trees.
As soon as they’re gone, I turn to Wilde, but Ziggy has beat me to him. Ziggy is shoving Wilde back toward the truck.
“I told you I’m fine,” Wilde hisses.
“You don’t look so fine,” Kennedy argues. “You need that doctor of yours.”
“Lynx hardly got me.”
But his jeans are soaked through with rain and blood, so it’s impossible to know. Even though Wilde doesn’t sound like he’s stressing, the way my heart is racing makes it clear that I am. “I’ll drive you,” I say, which gets a sharp and short laugh from Ziggy.
“What?”
Wilde glowers at his friend. “No one drives me anywhere.”
“You’re injured.”
“Barely.”
We glare at each other, and like with Lynx, Wilde cuts contact first.
“Fine. I’ll see Booker. But I’ll drive my damn self.”
He turns, leaving us all behind as he tries to hide the way he’s limping for his truck. He’s not getting away that easily.
Wilde’s just closed his door behind him when I reach the passenger one and pull it open. I’d feel bad for dripping all over his truck’s seat if he wasn’t bleeding all over his.
“I’m coming with you,” I tell him.
He huffs. “Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse.”
I’m about to remind him that this isn’t my ideal day either when I notice something for the first time.
His face. Hisactualface.
“You shaved.”
Wilde ignores me as he pulls away.
But I can’t stop looking at him. At his pretty bowed lips, at his jawline, at the way his whole face feels open and the more I look, the closer I’m getting to his secrets.
That little spark in my chest comes back alive.
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