Traded To The Lycan King

"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.

admits. "Dragons are not known for being in this area, even scouts. We are still close to the water and they usually avoid

for hours, Hayes. 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 wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little

voice matches mine in volume. "All I can do is

throw my hands up in defeat. "And what does

He freezes, swallowing hard as

I ask him, my hands

him in a second, my body nearly pressing against his as my anger surges

back." I hiss, "The girl you remember and the woman standing in front of you are very 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

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

off guard as his warm breath tickles

flick to his lips, watching too eagerly as

says. His presence is damn near overwhelming. The scent I didn't pick up before now wraps around me like a safety blanket and it I can't tell if I

feel the heat in my cheeks. I need to cut this tension, obliterate it to smithereens. I can't allow

I ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if it is floating.

He says his words full of bite as if remembering the moment in his mind. What he thinks

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, and he watches me expectantly. "The rest of the group is worried

from his deformed, yet

he says, then he points