"I don't know what to say," I admit, his honesty catching me off guard. Since the second he laid eyes on me again, he has been nothing short of rude and cold. Every word has been a stab at me in one way or another. But now he suddenly racked with guilt and

apologizing?

"There is nothing to say, Kyra. You asked for your apology and I gave it to you," he says matter of fact.

"And that's it? We go back to constant fighting and bickering?" I ask, arching a brow. He pauses, then lets out a low sigh, his good hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know," He admits. "What do you want from me?"

I scoff. "For starters? Maybe you not trying to sabotage me at every turn."

He frowns like I am speaking some untruth, and I give him a stern look.

"Fine. But in my defense, I wasn't the one to drug you." He says.

"Did you tell Marcos to do it?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. He looks away and shrugs, refusing to answer, and I roll my eyes. "Of course you did."

"I didn't want you to get hurt." He tells me, and I see how sincere he is, but sincerity doesn't matter when you mess up.

"Yeah, that worked out really well." I scoff, throwing my hands up in frustration, and he winces.

"In retrospect, it was a bad decision." He admits. "Dragons are not known for being in this area, even scouts. We are still close to the water and they usually avoid it."

HOURS! That's not just a bad decision, it was a near fatal one and I know I am here in one piece, but it was very, very close to being me in multiple pieces."

that he admits he was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was loving him back then, asking

"All I

up in defeat.

hard as he blinks

for us? You want to move on from this? Fine. How do you envision that happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows

body nearly pressing against his as

different people. I do not cower and I do not run. You need to find this Fae? I am your only hope of finding him. I can promise you that." His eyes meet mine and for a moment

one thing: hatred. Hayes has learned to not only hate life, but he has locked everyone out, and I am

catching me off guard as his warm breath tickles over

feels like it." I murmur, cursing myself as my eyes flick to his lips, watching too eagerly as his tongue

hated you." He says. His presence is damn near overwhelming. The scent I didn't pick

brushes against

off guard as he

my face. My breathing hitches and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I need to cut this tension, obliterate it to smithereens. I can't allow anyone to

sex with him, helping me?" I ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if it is floating. It doesn't matter how much I want this pull

he was touching you." He says his words full of bite as if remembering the moment in his mind. What he

flash as he seems to wake up from a daze. Hayes takes a step back from me as he drags a hand down his face. "Marcos was helping me, Hayes. Just like you had instructed him to do." "Why are you still

tell him, and he watches me expectantly. "The rest of

breaking from his

to give me space," he says, then he points at me.

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