And then I heard hers.
Kasmine’s.
She was laughing with warmth and joy.
My jaw clenched, muscles locking tight.
Without thinking, I stalked to the front door, my heart drumming a confused, jealous rhythm in my chest, and yanked it open.
The early noon light spilled in, and so did the scene I hadn’t expected to see.
Kasmine was standing at the edge of the compound, her long shirt falling to mid-thigh, barefoot, beautiful skin glowing.
In her hands were plastic bags-the bags of food I bought her last night when she said her appetite was a mess.
She was handing it out to the guards one by one, smiling, laughing, and even playfully swatting at one who lacked a joke.
And those fuckers-those same men I was about to slaughter any second-were grinning like idiots, talking to her like she was one of the boys, or worse like she belonged to them.
My vision blurred. The blood in my veins ran ice cold, then boiled all at once.
What the actual fuck?
I felt the blood drain from my face, my throat suddenly too dry.
My voice came out before I event thought. “Kasmine?”
Her laughter died.
The guards froze, expressions flipping from amused to shit-scared. One of them dropped a meat pie mid-bite. Another shuffled backward so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet.
Kasmine turned.
Eyes met mine and she still maintained her radiant smile.
“Oh. You’re up alfeady?” She asked.
“Meet me inside,” I said calmly, so she doesn’t freak out.
She blinked, “Wait… Why? I’m just…”
“Now, baby,” I didn’t let her finish.
She didn’t argue again.
She passed the last food container to the nearest guard and muttered something to them before walking toward me.
I didn’t spare the guards a glance.
They knew better than to greet me now. Hell, even Zeth inside me went silent.
I stepped aside to let her in and shut the door behind us with more force than necessary.
I turned to her, and she blinked up at me as if she was about to ask what was wrong. But I didn’t let her get the words out.
I yanked her into me, wrapping my arms tight around her slender frame. My face buried in her hair, my hand splayed between her shoulder blades, gripping like I was anchoring myself to her.
“Fuck,” I breathed, with my voice shaking. “I thought you left.”
She stiffened for a second before slowly and hesitantly letting her arms circle my waist, leaning into me. I felt her heartbeat against mine.
“You thought I left?” she whispered, sounding almost confused.
“I woke up, and you were gone. And I…” I shook my head, still clinging to her. “I don’t know what the fuck happened to me, but I panicked, Mine. Like-really fucking panicked.”
I let out a shaky breath and pulled back just enough to look down at her. Her brows were drawn togethe., er mouth soft.
“I’ve never felt that kind of fear before,” I said. “It was like my soul took off running without telling the rest of me.”
She was quiet, still looking at me like I’d just peeled back skin and showed her something bloody and real.
But there was no judgment in her eyes-just understanding. And I loved that. I loved that she now looked at me like she understood me better now, rather than look at me with the kind of fear she used to before.
Things were changing so fast that I was scared they weren’t real. But fuck, they were as real as hell.
KESTER.
I pulled back a little more, hands still on her waist. “What were you going with them?”
She tilted her head. “Them?”
“The guards.”
Her mouth opened, then curved into a smile again. “Oh! The food. I was giving them the packs you bought last night/
My brow furrowed. “Why?” pher
“Because there’s no way I could eat all of that on my own. Not even in two days. It would go bad and be a waste.”
My jaw clenched slightly. I looked down at her like she had just spoken a foreign language. “I bought it for you, Kasmine. Only you.”
“And appreciate that. Really.” She placed a hand over my chest. “But I don’t need that much, Kester. It’s okay to share when you have plenty.”
I stared at her, completely still.
She gave a small laugh, eyes shining with something that looked dangerously close to affection. “You look like I just told you the moon was square.”
I was still stuck on the word ‘share.’ That shit had never sat well with me. Never had a reason to even think about it.
“I don’t like sharing, and I’ve never had to share,” I said in a low and rough voice. “Especially not when it comes to you. Or things that are yours. Things I gave to you.”
“I know,” she said gently, “but think about it this way-if someone gave you more than you could ever need, and someone else had nothing, would you just hoard it all? Let it rot?”
I blinked at her, chewing on that thought like it was something bitter and foreign.
Her hand on my chest moved, fingertips brushing against my shirt as she spoke again. “Kester, it doesn’t take anything away from me to let them have a little. And it makes them happy.”
I looked away. “Yeah, well… I don’t do that. I don’t do friendly. I don’t do sharing is caring speeches. That’s not how I’m wired.”
“I know,” she said. “That’s why I want you to go give the rest of the food to them.”
I snapped my head back to her. “Wait. What?”
She nodded, crossing her arms. “You heard me. The packs are on the table. Go on.”
“You’ve lost your damn mind.”
Her smile was sweet. No, I’ve just decided to use my influence wisely. You’re going to be nice today.”
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