Page 12 of Zeus' Spark
“Are you okay, Beth?” Jayden asks as we walk into his little cubical. “And who the fuck’s shirt are you wearing?”
He wrinkles his nose, and Raven bursts out in a fit of laughter.
I scan the small, sterile cubical, not wanting to meet his eyes or even talk to him for that matter. His curtain isn’t pulled back. I guess they don’t cut your clothes off for a head injury.
Figures.
Not that I want to see Jayden’s chest. Nope. Been there, done that and got burned. I’m totally over it.
Dax’s shirt is like a fucking dress on me, going almost all the way to my knees.
“Dax loaned it to her because the healer had to cut hers off.” Raven giggles, and I have the feeling she is taunting Jayden.
Do I really care? Nope. But I don’t need Jayden being even more of an ass.
“Raven, stop. We need to go to the headmistress’s office.” I roll my eyes, wringing my hands together as I peer everywhere but at Jayden.
“You’re not walking across campus wearing Dax’s fucking shirt,” Jayden growls, sitting up from the gurney.
My gaze slams and locks with his, challenging him. “Really, Jayden? It’s just a fucking shirt, and last I checked, you are not the boss of me.”
He starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“What the hell are you doing?” I shriek.
“Giving you my shirt to change into.” He lifts an eyebrow, continuing to unbutton it.
Oh, fuck no.
“No, keep your shirt. I don’t want it.”
Jayden naked from the waist up is hazardous to every female on campus, and probably for some of the males too.
Something possessive roars through me at the thought.
“You’re not walking out of here like that,” he yells, standing, his body only inches from me.
“Fucking watch me. You don’t tell me what to do, Jayden. You lost any right to be a possessive asshole the second we arrived on campus.” I glare at him before spinning on my heels and storming from the cubical.
A couple healers raise their eyebrows at me as they bustle out of my way.
Jayden’s frustrated growl sounds behind me, but I don’t stop moving to the door. Then his hand wraps around my arm and spins me to him.
My chest collides with his, and he leans down, but I shove him back.
“You do not touch me, Jayden.”
“Change your damn shirt, Beth.” His eyes blaze with anger, and his hand tightens on my arm.
Lightning sizzles beneath my skin, but none of my magic reacts to his almost bruising touch on my arm.
“Let. Me. Go,” I grind out, shoving at his chest again, but the damn asshole is an immovable wall.
My shoulder screams at me, even with the medicine the healer just gave me. It’s still sore, and Jayden manhandling me is not helping matters.
Everything but Jayden is static electricity in my mind until a very male, very angry voice cuts through our stare off.
Dax shouts, “What the fuck are you doing, Jayden? Let her fucking go.”
