Page 69 of Cursed by Death

“And what exactly isthis?”he said, his emphasis onthiswas so filled with abhorrent disgust that it almost made me flinch. “That you don’t want and aren’t doing? And I want you to think very carefully before answering that question because my patience where you’re concerned has finally run dry this evening.”

“Are you threatening me?” I asked instead of answering his questions that I felt I had already answered the first time. I wasn’t going to repeat myself. “You know what? Never mind. It doesn’t even matter anyways. Just get out of my house. And take Fox with you.”

He laughed but I knew there was no actual humor behind it. I think he laughed likely because he didn’t want to scream.

I had that effect on some people. It was a gift that I had perfected over the years.

“You still don’t get it. You don’t get to walk away from me and I’m not just going to go away because you told me to. That’s not how this is ever going to work so you better get that out of your head right fucking now.”

I shook my head, annoyed and completely over this bullshit talk. How many times was he going to need me to tell him to leave?

Was this me breaking up with him or was I entirely unhinged for thinking that? Were we in a relationship to even break up? I had no idea because I had never been in one before. I had only fucked men who got paid for it, because they were really good at it, and then I sent them home.

It had always been a fair exchange with no emotions involved in it whatsoever. I knew the rules and how to play that game. This was a whole new game that I’d never been given the rules to and Rally’s emotions were clearly involved.

And we hadn't even had sex. He was being ridiculous.

“I believe we’ve had this conversation before and I’d rather we not have it again,” I told him. “Now I’ve told you that you need to leave. Please do that. And take Fox with you. He’s a nice guy and I like him but there’s really no reason or need for him to be here.”

He laughed again and I could tell it was without humor and almost mocking. I hadn’t seen this side of Rally before. He’d been so easy going that it sometimes made me forget who I was dealing with here and what he was capable of.

For fucks sake. He and his people had kidnapped Detective Rowans and he’d only let him go after blackmailing me intodoing what he wanted me to do. And he’d been ready to rip the good Detective apart that first night we had met.

Rally wasn’t just a normal man. He was part animal, too. He hadn’t been turned into one, he’d been born like that. And he was a Prince, a leader, of a whole group of people.

And I kept treating him like he was just some regular guy that I could kick to the curb whenever I got sick of him. He’d probably never been treated that way before in his entire freaking life.

No wonder he seemed so upset with me.

“You’re my fucking mate, Ruby. I’m not going anywhere. You can’t just snap your fingers and send me on my way like I’m some disposable person in your life because you don’t know how to let people love you and it scares the shit out of you. I know you know how to love people because I’ve seen it. Would you ever tell Ginger or even that fucking cop to get the fuck out of your house? No. I don’t think you would.”

What the hell did Detective Rowans have to do with this? And why was he suddenly talking about love? There was no reason to bring any of that into this conversation right now.

“You’re not Ginger,” I said, pointing out the obvious. “She lives here, I would never tell her to go anywhere. And why are you bringing the Detective into this? Leave him out of it, he has nothing to do with anything.”

Rally didn’t get to talk to me about the Detective after what he’d done to the man. I hadn’t realized I still harbored some resentment towards him for that. We hadn’t even talked about it since it had happened and he never once even apologized for it. Not that I needed an apology but it would be nice if he gave the Detective one.

I didn’t see that ever happening though because I was fairly certain Rally wasn’t sorry about it in the slightest.

He pushed himself away from the door and prowled towards the bed, stopping beside it and staring down at me. “That’s another thing we’re going to talk about. That fucking cop that you’re obsessed with. You’re my mate and I now have to share you with him. You have to know that I wouldn’t put up with that shit from anyone else but because you’re my mate and your happiness means everything to me, I’m willing to put up with your obsession with him. But that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it, because I sure as fuck am not. It pisses me off and I really don’t enjoy the fact that you seem to like being around him more than you want to be around me. Me, who fucking loves you and would die for you why can’t you just be a little obsessed with me? Is that too much to ask for when you so freely give it to him?”

I stared at him in horror. He couldn’t actually be serious, could he? “I’m not obsessed with the Detective,” I choked out past my suddenly dry lips.

I wasn’t, right?

Infatuated for some reason? Maybe just a little. Obsessed? I thought not.

“That’s all you got out of that?” he asked, sounding upset and angry.

“I’m not obsessed with Detective Rowans,” I repeated. “And it’s not healthy that you want me to be obsessed with you. That’s actually a little bit unhinged.”

“What the hell do you know about a healthy relationship?”

Ouch.

But he did have a point. It just wasn’t a very nice one. “There’s nothing healthy about obsession.”

“Who gives a fuck. That’s probably the last thing we should be worried about when it comes to our relationship.”

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