Page 53 of Beast: Part Two

“Yes, I ate,” she says curtly.

I have no idea why she’s being so cross with me. An hour ago, I had to force her out my room and now she won’t look at me. Her anger seems as if it has come out of the blue.

She continues to tidy up the food while slamming the cabinets closed.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re angry with me?”

She stops what she’s doing to glare up at me. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

I narrow my gaze, but don’t respond.

She rolls her eyes. “What the hell was that in there?” She points toward the wall.

“They were showing us the set up for their satellites.”

“Don’t play with me,” she says through clenched teeth. “I’m talking about you smiling all up in that chick's face.”

She had me completely stumped. I had no idea I was smiling at all. Even if I was, what’s wrong with smiling?

“I made a joke, and she laughed.”

“Oh really,” she crosses her arms over her chest. “Let me hear the joke. I want to laugh too.”

I watch her for a moment trying to read her expression. Although her words say one thing, the frown on her face and the way her brows pinch tells me she is not in the mood for a joke at all.

“I don’t know what you want from me, Summer.” I admit truthfully.

She shakes her head dropping her arms. “I spent three damn days by your bed praying that you don’t die, and you don’t know what I want from you?”

Running a hand through my hair, my frustration grows. She keeps saying everything but what she wants. It’s like she thinks I’m supposed to know why she’s vexed without her telling me.

“She’s become mouthy,”the demon says making a reappearance. My breathing picks up as I fight to silence the voice.

“Are you listening to me?” Summer shouts.

“Maybe if you cut out her tongue, she’ll be a little more obedient.”

Shutting my eyes, I take a step away from her, trying to put distance between us. The things the demon wants me to do to her are hard to block out.

“Gabriel,” she calls my name, and her voice seems to grate my nerves.

“Kill this bitch already. We don’t need her, Gabriel.”

“Babe, look at me.” Summer touches my arm. I snatch away from her and step back.

“Don’t touch me,” I growl.

Her eyes widen momentarily as she watches me. Her features go from pinched in concern to sadness.

“So, I can’t touch you now?”

The demon laughs.“She wants you to kill her. It’s why she keeps taunting us. Let me out.”

I need to get away from her. I need Summer to never want to be near me again. Lately, the demon has seemed to only focus on hurting her. It’s in every vision and every word that it says.

“No,” the word comes out like it's coated in acid.

Her mouth falls open and she looks stunned. “Wow,” she simply replies.

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