Page 28 of My Revenant
“This way, come on.”
I had little choice as he pulled me along with him down the hallway toward the back entrance. There were too many people out there. Too much noise.
“She’s there.” He pointed over the crowd, and sure enough, I caught sight of her neon-orange hair like a beacon. She was talking to some guy with a beard and a man bun, and I didnotlike him. Somehow the guy was only slightly shorter than her with her giant boots, and he was built like a brick wall. But it didn’t matter; that wasmyBecca.
“Whoa there, little rabbit.” Dex’s hand caught the collar of my jacket as I tried to march over there and get my friend back.
“I’m not fucking little. I’m only like, an inch shorter than you.” I pouted.
“It counts,” he retorted childishly.
“Does not.”
“Does too.”
“Fuck you.”
His brow twitched up suggestively, and heat flushed through me. Hell fucking no. I pushed away from him only to stumble, and he chuckled. “Come with me.”
“But Becca—”
“She’s with my friend. She’s safe, I promise. Now let’s go.”
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Dex - Past
SOMETHING MORE THAN WORDS.
Jonah was fucking trashed.
While I would normally enjoy watching a drunk idiot try to take on Henrik, I found myself feeling uncharacteristically fond of this particular drunk idiot.
He hadn’t even noticed that I’d handed off his drink to the nearest stranger. After experiencing him rubbing my shirt like he was trying to start a fire, I wasn’t about to leave him there alone.
Thiswassonot like me. I didn’t drink, and I made it a point not to associate with anyone who did. Yet here I was steering Jonah around the side of the property and away from the crowds and prying eyes so I could, with any luck, sober him up a little. I’d meant what I said to him. Becca would be safe with Henrik. In fact, she was probably the safest person in all of Port Skelton with that human weapon taking an interest in her.
“Sit down,” I instructed, letting go of his arm and letting gravity aid in his obedience as he practically stumbled onto his ass on the manicured lawn.
He was pouting. He’d been doing that a lot tonight. It definitely wasn’t doing what he thought it was doing. In contrast to his usual glare, this wascute. Not that the glare didn’t have its own appeal.
I tugged the lopsided bunny ears off and tossed them beside him on the grass before I took a seat on the other side of him, crossing my legs so that my knee brushed his thigh, just to see what he’d do.
True to form, he glared down as if he could set it on fire with his vision alone.
I chuckled to myself as I pulled my pouch from my pocket to roll a smoke.
“Why do you smoke that?”
“Tobacco?”
“No, like… likethat. Can’t you buy them already made? Wouldn’t that be easier?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “It’s cheaper like this.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie. Rolling your own cigaretteswascheaper, although that wasn’t the reason I did it. I did it ’cause my pops did it. He’d taught me how to roll them for him on the promise that if he did, I would never roll them for myself. I’d broken that promise years ago, but he’d broken the promise not to leave, so I’d say that was worse.
Besides, I liked to think he’d be proud of how good I’d gotten at it.
