Chapter 477
Darrien
“What do you want?’’ I ask him again.
I need an answer from him before I spiral. He is not giving me what I want. To him, this is all a game and I can sense it.
I hate this man and I don’t even know what the hell he wants from us.
He takes another step closer to me and the smile on his face widens. He is enjoying this too much. I have thought about all the ways I want to kill him and all he does is smile and stare.
“I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t want anything from you. You have been suspicious of me from the first day you met me, even though I haven’t done anything wrong.’’ He stops in front of me and my eyes shift to his neck.
How easy it would be to snap it into two.
“I know what you did,’’ I tell him deadpan. There is no beating around the bush. I want to know why he drank Jabi’s blood.
“Do you hate vampires?”
I furrow my brows in confusion. I don’t even know what the hell he is talking about anymore. He is just messing with me and it is working.
“You must hate vampires, to hate me this much,’’ he adds in explanations. His words are deflecting. He is trying to change the conversation. He has been playing mind games because deep down, he knows that he took advantage of Jabi, he knows what he did but somehow, he messed with his memories, so that it would look like I was insane.
“There is a treaty between werewolves and vampires, you are not supposed to hurt him.’’ I manage. This is so unlike me, I don’t think. I just act and I should have beaten him to a pulp by now. Being with Jabi is making me soft and it is not good for me.
“He isn’t a werewolf,’’ he shrugs nonchalantly.
“He is.”
He scoffs “He doesn’t taste like a werewolf.”
As those words leave his lips, all the anger turns into a reaction and I lose myself in that second. That is him admitting to it all. He knows what he did and he just indirectly told me. That is my go-ahead to kill him. I jump over to him as my fangs come out with all the inner strength I have. The force is so strong that I feel the compact of the hit. He flies to the other side of the field but he is quick to his feet. I run over to him with my super speed and grab him by the collar of his shirt. His smile widens as I hit him square in his jaw.
He is enjoying the pain.
It just doesn’t make any fucking sense. I push him to the ground with my grip still on his collar. I don’t know how he is smiling through a beat down but that is what is happening. He is not making this fun. How do I kill someone that is not fighting back?
“What you are doing is pointless,’’ he mutters with his face battered “I will just heal right back up when you are done,’’ he adds.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?’’ I shout to him even though I know that he will never answer me. He wouldn’t tell me what he wants, he wouldn’t leave Jabi alone. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if killing him is the right thing to do.
“You should kill me…If you can. I mean, that is the only way I will leave him alone.” He threatens me, almost like he is begging for death. I don’t know why this is so funny to him.
Now he is calling my bluff. Reading my mind and continuing the mind games with me. He is messing with me. Testing me to see what I can do.
“Why is he so important to you. What do you want from his blood?’’ I ask him.
He closes his eyes for a second and I watch him because I need an answer from him. I need to know the reason before I take any action.
Maybe this is unlike me, maybe I have changed ways and it doesn’t have to be a bad thing. I have a family now. My mate is important to me and I don’t want to do anything to mess things up with him. I don’t want to endanger him or do anything that will hurt the walls I have built with him. Right now, Lenny seems to be breaking the said wall and trying to get in but I won’t let him.
He won’t win.
“Have you ever tasted the blood of a hybrid?’’ he asks me after opening his eyes. His question is ridiculous.
“What are you talking about?’’
His smile widens “I want his blood, I want him.’’
I frown and that is all it takes for me to go off the wall. I am still on top of him, my hands are still holding onto his collar. That cheeky smile is still on his face as I hit him a couple of more times. I know he is not going to fight back but I also know that he is feeling the pain of my hits. I hit his chest and the force is so much as I pull out his heart in one hit. His eyes open wide but the smile is still on his face. That mockery that he carries, I am literally digging into him and he is not even fucking fighting back.
I don’t know what else to do.
I watch him as his eyes dim and even though they are still open, I see the life slip from his eyes as I pull his heart out with all the power left inside me and toss it to the grass. My hands tremble as I stand there in the pool of his blood and watch him lifeless on the ground.
My hands are covered in his blood as I stand up from the ground.
“Fuck,’’ I exclaim, not sure that I did the right thing.
“Fuck.’’