Page 45 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos
“I’m sorry. Let me help, please.”
“Doing one spell when everything’s over isn’t going to fix shit,” I state, moving and turning swiftly, caging her between the counter with my arms as I lean down to look her dead in the eyes.
“I know…” She looks down, her heart hammering loudly, and then she turns her head, looking anywhere but at me.
“Look at me,” I command, my eyes flashing and her breath trembles. She’s defying me? I pinch her chin, forcing her head up, her heart thumping as she continues refusing to meet my gaze. “I said, look at me, Sienna.”
Her name is foreign on my tongue, but it rolls off so fucking perfectly.
This time she obeys, stormy grey meets green, and for amoment time seems to slow. She was more than this. It’s irritating seeing her like this…
“If you’re sorry, prove it by getting your shit together. As a punishment for your incompetence, I’ll be working with you during every training session going forward. And I swear, Sienna, I won’t fall for your excuses or your pathetic tears. I will work you so fucking hard that even when you scream for mercy, you won’t get any.”
Her eyes widen as she stares up at me, her lips slightly parted, before she shakes her head and then seems to comprehend what I just promised.
Shock, worry, panic and then there it is, the storm of her emotions all over the place once again.
It gives me a headache. I move back, letting go of her, and without another word, turn and leave the room. I walk to my locker and take out some pants, pulling them on. Without her scent consuming me, everything becomes just a little clearer.
What was I doing?
She really fucks with my head…
I’m tying the drawstring on my pants when she steps out of the shower room. But where I’m expecting her to run away in tears, she walks over to me, her curls and breasts bouncing with every determined step she takes, and her eyes glimmer a dark cherry red, whispering something that I can’t really hear or comprehend.
Her hair seems to deepen in colour, her face appearing more angular, and then she’s placing her hand on my shoulder, and I feel the burning ease up.
I don’t move. All I can do is stare at her, enthralled. The urge to grab her and pin her against the lockers behind mesurges through me, but it’s a fleeting moment as she steps back and places the bag of items on the bench. “The wound will heal by tomorrow,” she whispers in a voice that sounds like she’s promising something much more enticing, but then she turns and runs out.
I frown, staring at the door that swings shut after her, running my fingers through my hair. What was that? Was it her demon heritage? I remember as a child, her hair was dark, maybe a dark brown, but as she’s gotten older, it’s become lighter and redder. I remember Mom and Aunty Kiara discussing it once.
And her features just now…
I curse under my breath.
Slamming my locker shut, I look at my shoulder. The wound is gone, leaving behind a bruise, but she’s also left me craving something more…
Taking the bag she left on the bench, I leave the locker room and head out through the gym and back to Division Nine’s quarters, entering with a scan of my fingerprint and a pin code to unlock our door. I glance around the empty lounge, glad everyone’s turned in for the night. Good, I don’t want anyone in my face.
I cross the room and unlock my bedroom door when I hear another door open, and Allison runs over.
“Jayce! Are you ok?” she asks softly.
I’m about to ignore her, but the thirst that’s left inside of me does need quenching.
“Yeah,” I reply curtly. Grabbing hold of her arm, I pull her into my room.
A smile crosses her lips as I kick the door shut and push herup against the door.
“I can see that,” she purrs.
I prefer her not to talk.
I turn her away, shoving her against the door, and she braces her hands against it. I yank up the short night dress she’s wearing, pushing aside her panties.
“Oh, Jayce…” she whimpers.
“One more word and I will fucking stop,” I warn her coldly.
