Page 46 of Blood and Ruin: The Complete Series

“The others, have been going crazy, looking for you.”

Moving too fast, a sharp pain shoots up my back. I cover a wince, looking down.

“Answer me!” Axel moves closer, his hands clenched at his side.

“I’m not in the mood.” Slowly taking a deep breath, I release it. I need to get back to my suite. Anywhere that’s not in the open like this. Thanks to King’s upgraded concoction, I wouldn’t be healing for at least another few hours.

Axel’s chuckle is vicious. “You’re not in the mood? Are you fucking kidding me? No one has seen or heard from you in three days. Not one person in this god damn hotel knows where you’ve been, and you just show up. Not. In. The. Fucking. Mood.” Irritation bleeds from his eyes.

“Do you even care about anyone but yourself?” He shakes his head, cutting me off.

“Fuck, don’t answer that, the answer is fucking crystal clear.”

I ignore the fury in his eyes and his brutal digs, the pain too intense to conjure up the energy to go another round with him.

I needed food and a shit ton of sleep and not to deal with a dick who hasn’t a clue of what he’s talking about. I go to move past him when he grabs my injured arm, making me gasp. He drops it like it’s on fire.

“What the fuck?”

I wince, pulling away, trying to breathe through the stabbing sensation slicing up into my shoulder.

His eyes are wide as he moves into me, his smoky scent warming something in my chest.

“What’s wrong?”

I swallow hard, avoiding any further eye contact. Feeling too vulnerable, too raw.

“Nothing,” I grit out.

“You’re lying. Tell me what happened?”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s not like you of all people care.”

Axel’s comforting scent settles over me as he moves closer. “Damn it, Kiarra. Stop being so damn stubborn and tell me what the hell happened.”

“I… I’m fine.”

“You and I both know that’s a fucking lie.”

I don’t get a chance to reply before he’s gone, disappearing down the hall like he was never there.

I was getting whiplash from his mood swings.

Hobbling the rest of the way to my suite, I close the door. Leaning the back of my head against it, I try to catch my breath. My stomach grumbles, reminding me I haven’t eaten anything in a while. I shuffle to the kitchen but stop, remembering I never got any food, the extra money saved was given to the fox.

Starving would not kill me, I learned that as soon as I was brought here. I could go days, sometimes weeks without eating. The hunger pains though never seem to abate.

Ignoring the pangs in my stomach, I limp over to the chair and ease myself into it. Hollow on the inside, I curl into a ball, waiting for sleep to call me.

Just as the pain starts to ease, a loud knock makes me jolt up. A shooting pain slices up my back as I move too quick.

Fuck.

“Kiarra?” I frown hearing Luka’s voice.

“Kiarra? I know you’re in there. Open up.”

No. Not happening. I was not in the mood for any of them at the moment. Too tired to deal with their shit.

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