Page 30 of Dark Little Game
“Why are you following me? Looking for another opportunity to put a fucking spike in my neck?”
“You know I didn’t do it. I was in the same room with you, Rayne. The angle alone would be impossible to pull off.”
“I know I don’t trust you.”
“That’s not what you mumbled in your sleep that night.”
He looks at me like he really might be about to choke me. “If you’re a member of Onyx, you are required to be honest with me. What the fuck are you doing tailing my ass?”
I breathe deep, my chest compressed by his hands planted firmly on the front of my body. “God, you really do hate being alone with me, don’t you?”
“Because I have to listen to you talk.”
I bite down on my lower lip, then let it go. “I think it’s because you’re afraid.”
His eyes smolder. “You know I’m not scared of you, Hunter.”
“Oh, I don’t think you’re afraid I’llhurtyou. You’re afraid I’ll make you hard. Again.”
He slams me against the lockers again and even though it hurts, I’m honestly starting to like it.
“Why did you leave London, Knox?” he prods.
That’s not something you’ll ever get an answer for.
“Don’t worry. I won’t ruin your perfect little fantasy life you have with my brother. Are you still pissed off that hedidn’t tell you sooner that I was coming here? Worried your best friend is keeping secrets from you, Rayne?”
Rayne puts an arm up against my neck now, forming a bar on my windpipe.
“Don’t talk about Weston or I reallywillhurt you.”
“Try putting a little more pressure on my throat, Rayne,” I tell him. “Find out what happens if you do.”
“You’re sick in the head.”
“You worried I’ll pull a knife on you? If you choke me I’ll probably like it.”
He pulls his arm away in an instant and releases me, and my body goes slack against the lockers.
“Just leave us alone.”
I can’t help but smile. “Damn. Did my brother train you to be his guard dog, or do you give him that privilege willingly?”
“It’s called friendship. Guess that’s a foreign concept to you.”
“Relax. Weston didn’t know I was transferring to Crimson College until five minutes before you did. He’s notkeepingthings from you, I just didn’t tell him.”
I see relief in his eyes, even though he’s trying to hide it from me.
“You’re trying to fuck with both of us,” he finally says.
I shake my head slowly, looking at his lips, then his eyes again.
“No. Just you.”
“Why?”
“Because you kissed me. How do you sayI don’t fuck men, but I’ll fuck you as a punishmentin Latin?”
