Page 88 of Billionaire's Promise
"I… I’m fine, just need some space."
"Not happening," he snaps. "You were attacked, and from what that man said before I took him down—"
"You mean before I took him down?" I interject.
He turns to survey me, "You look like shit."
"No thanks to you," I growl.
"I shot you by mistake. You know that, right?"
"Is that right?" I take in his jeans and shirt, the ruddy glow of his features. Bastard looks in the peak of health, while I feel like I could keel over at any moment.
"You know it is." He frowns. "I was aiming for the guy who broke into the studio."
"Only I got him first."
"About that," Baron scowls, "how did you have a gun on you?"
I arch an eyebrow, "Because, I am one of the Seven?"
"But..."Ava swallows, "you were a priest."
"Precisely." I dig my heels into the floor to stay steady, "Because I was a priest, I know people from all walks of life, enough to be able to procure a gun. Besides, no way was I returning unarmed. Not when I knew I'd need to keep you safe, Ava." I glance between them. "Turns out, I was right to do so. If I hadn't arrived in time, I'd never have shot that asshole."
"He’s alive, by the way," Baron offers.
"Too bad." I glower. My legs begin to tremble. I sway. Both Baron and Ava step toward me. Their shoulders brush and she stiffens. So does he. They spring apart as if an electric current shocked them. More likely, an electric connection did pass between them. I sit down on the bed, look between them, before turning to him.
"Did you fuck her?"
