Chapter 18
The two began walking toward me, their arms still crossed. I tried to slip away, but they had already trapped me against the wall.
What was it with these Lycans and trapping people?
“I really need to get downstairs, so if you don’t.mind,” I whispered as friendly as possible.
Chrystal released a chuckle, playing with a strand of her hair. “It’s cute and all that you made the Elite Team,” she said. “And I know you’re the last person I should worry about, since you’re not even his type. But stay away from my man–got it?”
She patted my shoulder twice, a sick grin on her lips, and I glanced down at her hand. This was the part where I had to put her in her place. Maybe not too much, just enough to show I wasn’t someone she could push around–though with Chrystal, I wasn’t sure if that would even work.
I gently moved her hand off my shoulder. “First of all, I don’t want your man,” I stated. “Second, if he really was your man, you wouldn’t have to worry about all of this.”
The grin on her face was no more. Amy who hadn’t expected for me to defend myself looked back and forth between the two of us.
My heart raced. I did this to get her off my back, but the way her eyes turned dangerously cold made me realize it might’ve backfired.
I had only made things worse for myself.
What did I even think, going head to head with a Lycan?
“I–I really have to go now,” I lowered my head. Then I managed to step around them and left the room as quickly as possible.
As I walked through the halls, my hands were shaking. Her lack of reaction terrified me even more, but that was something I’d have to deal with when I got back.
I spotted a guard standing by the door downstairs, and showed him my night pass. With not much time left, I made a run for it. By the time I reached the gate, I was out of breath, and my forehead glistened with sweat.
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Of course, Kylan, Nate, and Dylan were already there, looking as calm and collected as ever–looking at me as if I was the crazy one. Placing my hands on my knees, I bent over, trying to catch my breath.
“Hi beautiful,” Nate laughed, ruffling my hair before rubbing my back. “Are you still breathing?”
I looked up and instantly noticed the small smirk on Dylan’s lips. He loved seeing me struggle, so it was no surprise he was enjoying this. My eyes shifted to Kylan, who wasn’t amused by the situation either.
His expression wasn’t sympathetic–in fact, he looked irritated. My gaze landed on the golden box in his arms before meeting his eyes again.
“I told you to be here on time. You’re late,” he spoke, dryly.
“I’m not late!” I argued, looking at my watch. I was three minutes too late. “You’re just early.”
He didn’t say anything. He just glared at me with that judgmental look. Making the Elite Team wasn’t guaranteed for me, but Kylan had much more at stake. He was aiming for captain, and thanks to me, he now had a three–minute delay–which I was pretty sure had stretched to four by now.
“She’s here,” Nate defended me, eyeing Kylan.
Kylan grunted in response. “It’s a good thing you’re not a warrior. Healing suits you,” he spat.
“Your condition is tragic, and you’re breathing like a pig.”
I called him all sorts of bad names in my head, wishing I could say something back–but I didn’t have the energy or the guts. Especially if I still wanted a shot at making the team.
Kylan used a key to unlock the gate, leaving me to wonder how on earth I was going to survive the night with him.
It was going to be a disaster.
