Page 56 of Hate Me

A vicious snarl followed and then rapid movement flitted across my vision just before Damien was ripped away.

I heard crashing and cursing from him a moment later.

And then a familiar voice.

A very familiar voice that hit me down deep even in my current messed-up state.

“Stay down!”

“It’s not what you think, King.” Another thud rang out. “Ah, fuck! Stop! Think. Look. He’s hard for me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. Caleb gets hard from the slightest touch, he’s very sensitive.”

“He wanted me!”

“He’s drunk, Damien! He can’t consent! One glance at him and it was brazenly apparent to me. You’ve been with him all night, you were well aware!”

“You weren’t here, you don’t know what happened or—”

“Get the fuck out!”

“It’s my bedroom!”

“Get out now or you won’t have the option of walking out of here. Three seconds.”

I heard scrambling, then Damien cursing, and then the door slammed shut.

In the next second, the bed shifted and caramel waves filled my vision.

“Cas?” I murmured.

“Yes, it’s me.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing. You’re fine. Everything is fine.”

I felt my jeans sliding up my legs, then being fixed in place.

The bed dipped right by my head, then I was being lifted into a sitting position just before my shirt was pulled on.

Hazel eyes burned into mine. “I’m here now, lovely.”

“Lovely? You still… care about me?”

He stroked my cheek. “No matter if we’re apart or the distance or time between us, it’ll never diminish this connection we share. It was forged in fucking hellfire, there’s no breaking it.”

It took me a moment, but then the recognition set in. “I said that.”

“You did.” He smiled, then wrapped his arms around me, supporting my weight as he eased me off the bed and pulled us toward the door. “Time to get you home.”

Home.

I hadn’t had that for so long.

13

~Skylar~

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