Chapter 43 Countdown

SERAPHINA

“Then…” he whispered, lips just a breath from mine, “should we go to bed?”

bThe /bair between us bthinned/b.

My heart mmed against my ribs, wild and fast like it had forgotten every rule it ever followed. His words shouldn’t have curled down my spine like they did. They shouldn’t have awakened that low, aching pull in my stomach–or that terrifying warmth unfurling in my chest like a re ready to ignite.

“Have you lost your bmind/b?!” I reached out to push his chest away but he pinned my hand beside my head.

“To sleep. I have to lose my bmind/b?” he asked, the smell of coffee on his breath filling my lungs as my entire body froze at being handled by him this way, “From now on it’s just you and me behind this closed door. Every night. No one else.”

Every night? I flushed bhard/b–freaking burned–from my neck to my ears.

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drugs or something?! Let me go!” I struggled in bhis /bgrasp and for some reason I felt no power in my limbs. What was this? I could easily break free but suddenly when it was him I bcould /bnot do anything other bthan /bstruggle. Could it be because of weakness due bto /bblood loss? Whatever it was, the timing could not have been worse. I had to get away from him or my heat… What if my heat returned?! “Let goll” I growled, this time furiously.

He met my eyes without blinking, “Why? Didn’t you say you would start liking the watchdog if it showed his worth?” I froze mid struggle in surprise. He still remembered that? Was bthat /bwhy he was acting bthis /bway? But then bagain/b… had not I dug my own bgrave /bpromising something like that? Liking the watchdog meant liking Ronan. And that was something that I could not

afford.

“About that…” I stammered, looking everywhere but at him. “I actually tried to like it but you know…”

“But what?” he raised anieyebrow, clearly not liking the way I was talking.

I quickly tried to think of something, anything bto /bget out of bthis /bdisaster. He felt like a sword at my throat, studying my every expression. So I blurted out whatever came to mind, “You are dude band /bI could not bring myself to like a dude.”

Ronan froze at my response for a moment before his eyes turned nk and he looked bscary/b.

I secretly swallowed and summoned all my strength to yank my bhands /bout of his grasp, pushed him away and quickly moved to any cupboard under bhis /bgaze.

I quickly pulled out my clothes for the night band /bexited the door without looking back. I did not stop until I was at the end of the corridor. It waspletely empty band /bbthat’s /bwhen I stopped. I leaned against the wall band /bclenched my chest band /btried to catch my breathb. /bWhat was this feeling? I felt like crap treating him bthat /bway. bI /bfelt as if I had betrayed him or something. But bwhat /bI did was for the bbest/b. I had to stay away bfrom /bhim or my disguise was at risk. It was my top priority, he was never a bpart /bof my n or my aim then bwhy /bdid I feel this bway/b?

For a blong /bbtime /bI could bnot /bbmove /buntil a shadow fell over me.

Phina awoke in my mind recognizing bthis /bpresence. I slowly lifted my gaze to meet a pair of blue eyes. Dante.

I hadn’t expected to run into bhim/b.

Not here. Not like this.

He wasn’t wearing the elite jacket anymore. The crest had been stripped bfrom /bhis chest. bAnd /byet, somehow, he still looked like a member of the hierarchy – untouchable, unwervingly still

bOur /beyes locked band /bin that bmoment/b, I knew I should not be around bthis /bman. Especially after what bhappened/b.

“Running away?” he asked.

I had barely taken btwo /bbsteps /baway. Before I stopped and turned btowards /bhim, “Yeah, Fin not in the mood to be around.

He chuckled, “Met Evil” He stepped closer to ine, “Just this little incident has you scared of me? Seeing you stand in front of

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the Alpha instructors and fight to stop your expulsion, I felt as if you were a long shot racehorse. If you start getting scared this early, how are you going to stand the uing storm?”

Every word out of his mouth held a hidden meaning bthat /bmade me uneasy on many levels. I stared deeply into his eyes and asked, “You don’t want me in this Academy, right?” as the words left my mouth, his expression changed. I guessed correctly. “Why?” I asked, talking a step closer to him, “it can not only be because I ruined your shirt on the day that I came here, right?” He stared at me coldly but I did not stop. “Tell me, why are you so eager to kick me out of this bacademy/b?”

“You should not have interfered.” he suddenly said, voice low but razor–sharp.

“What?” I cocked my brows.

He stepped forward, just once. Not enough to be bthreatening/b. But enough that the shadows didn’t hide his face anymore.

“You were expelled. But instead of yielding, you rebelled. You fight and you win. You challenged the willid before you, like you thought you could outmaneuver fate.” His eyes pinned me in ce. “But when someone dares to rise against what the threads that destiny bhas /bspun, they don’t just trip. They fall–hard. And when they fall, they drag others down with them.”

My spine stiffened. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He suddenly got closer to me and grabbed my arm, “I am saying that you fucked yourself,” fury burned in his eyes as he leaned down into my face band /bgrowled, “The count down has begun. “Disaster always follows those bwho /bthink they can outrun destiny. And your density is no longer in control from now on.”

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