Chapter Twenty-Three: Part Three

Luka whirled around and my heart jumped into my throat as he stalked towards me. I backed up quickly. His eyes were black, his wolf was in control, and I opened my mouth, trying to think of something to say before he grabbed me. There were a few intense moments as he stared at me, the darkness of his gaze probing into me, peeling away my layers and staring at the inner core of my soul. I didn't like the feeling and I went to shake his hot hands off my arms when his lips crashed down onto mine.

The action shocked me, his arm was snaked around my waist and I was pulled against his chest harshly. I gasped and he took advantage and deepened the kiss. I wanted to fight against it, against him, but the heat was addicting and his lips and taste were like pure sin. I almost hated myself for wanting him, for needing him, for craving him. He was my darkest temptation, he was Lucifer and I was the lost innocent. His entire presence whispered at me to give into the temptation and let the hell fire I dangled over burn me once more. My eyes fluttered closed as he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer. I grabbed at his biceps, holding him just as tightly as he was holding me.

A growl vibrated in his chest as he pulled back from the kiss. My eyes snapped open and I stared up at him. I didn't appreciate the fact I had been given a glimpse of something so heavenly only to have it denied to me. My lips tingled and the warmth in my belly was slowly working up into the raging inferno I knew so well. I slid my arms up his chest and grabbed his neck before yanking him down and kissing him hungrily.

As I had stated before, I was one for instant gratification for my hunger. If I was hungry I would sate it and Luka was the only thing that would sate the hunger that as growing in my lower belly. The new level of our relationship that Luka had given me needed to be explored despite the fact that I knew there was a chance of having the fire burn me. However I needed its heat. It was a comfort and I became acutely aware of just how long it had been since the last time I had felt it.

Luka took control of the kiss almost instantly. He was consuming me with his lips, tongue, and teeth and I felt like I was drowning underneath the feeling of his lips on mine, his grasping hands, and his hard form that I clung to. He walked me backwards until my lower back hit something cold and hard. He let out another growl before he lifted me easily, setting me down on the object I had run into.

I was vaguely aware of the sounds of things hitting the floor but I ignored it to run my hands down his chest before I slipped my hands underneath his shirt. His growl turned a bit more guttural before he pulled back from the kiss and yanked off his shirt, discarding it somewhere I didn't pay attention to as my eyes landed on his lean form. I reached out, wanting to feel his hot skin under my hands. Smooth skin that intersected with small various scars made my palms tingle as my hands explored the flesh he had exposed. The large scar on his shoulder drew my attention and I let my fingers trace the raised pink scar tissue, it was a rather harsh looking bite wound.

I looked up at him, locking onto his darkened grey gaze. He simply bent down and captured my lips once more and it felt like he was breathing me in. Like he was taking my breath into himself, trying to get closer to me than our bodies allowed. I inhaled deeply as he broke the kiss to press hot, wet kisses along my jaw and down my neck. The fire was raging inside of me, the heat that flared at every touch, feeding it into a rising inferno that promised to consume me in its heat. I let out a whine as his teeth scrapped the sensitive skin of my neck and I grabbed his face, pulling it back to mine, needing his lips on mine. He chuckled before giving me what I had silently requested. The sound of the rumbling chuckle left a distinct impression of words in my mind.

Needy little thing.

I didn't care. I was needy. I clung to him, my hands taking in every inch of skin on his chest, exploring what was mine. I felt a content growl erupt from my throat and Luka took the sound into himself, returning it with one of his own that rumbled against my hands and then entered my mouth through his. I shivered at it and gripped the back of his neck as the kiss grew more feverish. I needed him so badly it was a sharp ache that only he could pacify. Callused hands slipped under my shirt and I let out a gasping moan of the feeling of his rough, warm hands on my skin.

I was drowning in him, he was everything around me. The scent in my nose, the taste on my tongue, the feeling on my skin. He was the muted groaning, the growls, and whispered words in my ears. He was the murky grey of his eyes and flashing white of his teeth I could see when my eyes fluttered open for brief moments. He was my everything and I wanted more. I wiggled slightly before pulling him closer. His hips slid between my legs and his hands gripped my sides tighter before he pulled away. He drug his hands up my sides, taking the shirt with them. I swallowed but lifted my arms, letting him pull the shirt off completely.

My heart pounded harshly in my chest as he took in my half bared form. A rumble of pleasure escaped him before he latched his mouth onto my neck, biting and suckling at the bare skin almost feverishly. It caused my heart to pound in a completely different way as the fire it created was one I had not experienced in a long time. I buried my hands in his hair, holding him to my neck, not wanting to relinquish the feelings it was causing in me. Lust and desire swirled in my stomach and I wiggled my hips.

I needed more.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him closer. I let out a needy whine as I felt him against my core. He growled softly at the movement, the sound vibrating my skin, skipping across it almost indecently. I bunched my hands in his hair and pulled him away from my neck. The skin felt almost too sensitive as he relinquished it from his mouth. A rather smug, heart stopping smile crossed his face as he looked at me. I tugged him closer, needing the drugging feeling of his kisses. He chuckled, the rumbling sounding almost husky before he did as I wanted. He rocked his hips into the cradle of mine, creating a new source of fuel for the fire raging in my veins.

I closed my eyes, kissing him back as hard as he was kissing me, it felt bruising and dominating but I shivered under the onslaught. I arched my back, my chest pressing against his, sending shivers down my frame as my overly sensitive skin was seared by his heat. I tangled my hands into his hair, scratching as his scalp before I slid my hands down his chest. My fingers explored the ridges of his abdomen before I slipped them inside the waist band of his jeans and tugged at the material. I wanted them gone, I wanted more of his skin on mine. It was like an addictive burn, it called to me more than the craving I had for the burn of a rejection. I needed more of his skin, more of his touch, more of him.

A callused hand slid up my side and brushed the underside of my breast. I pulled away from the kiss, letting out a breathy groan at the feeling. My breathing was in heavy pants that matched his and I quickly flicked open the button of his jeans. His lips slid along my jaw as his hand gently cupped my breast, his fingers gently teasing and squeezing the sensitive skin. I let out a groan, letting my head fall back and my eyes close as his lips trailed down my neck, his tongue tasting my skin and his teeth nipping at it in a way that felt almost affectionate. I groaned before tugging at the waistband of his jeans again. His teeth nipped at me harder and I hissed at the pain before his tongue and lips soothed the sting.

"Luka." I gasped it out. I needed more, so much more than what he was giving me. He froze and a low groan fell from his mouth.

"Again." It was a husky order and I shivered at the sound of his voice as it brushed over the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Luka." I whispered his name, letting go of the waist band of his jeans and sliding my hands up his neck. I tugged him up brushing my lips against his. I didn't care about the bond or fighting anymore. I just wanted him. "Please." He let out another groan before his hands grabbed my hips and ground himself into me. I arched in pleasure, my mouth dropping open. He took advantage of the invitation and kissed me, his tongue slipping in my mouth in a way that could only be described as plundered.

Heat flared through me hot and heavy as I kissed him back. I dug my hands into his hair as his hands grasped and fumbled with both my pants and his. I could barely think as he ground into me in a rhythmic pattern that had me panting out his name. Within seconds of his name leaving my lips he had my pants off, his lips never left mine as he centred himself back between my legs. I looked at him before he was suddenly inside me. I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed from the sensations he was causing. My legs wrapped around his hips as he rocked into me slowly, letting me get used to the intrusion.

"Fuck." It was a breathy gasp as I felt him throbbing within me. I whined at the ache that was building in my lower stomach as his hands explored my skin, grasping and stroking. I arched my back as he thrust into me, shivers ran down my spine and I let out a husky moan. He pulled me closer, dragging me to the edge of the platform I was sitting on. The motion sent him deeper inside of me and I gasped again, I had never felt more full. He withdrew, leaving me feeling empty before he thrust back in quickly, filling me once more.

I let my head drop back and a heady moan slipped from my throat as he continued the rhythmic movements of his hips. He whispered words into my ears that I couldn't hear over the buzzing in my head. My nails dug into the skin of his shoulders at the feelings that were rushing through me, the shivers that plagued my frame felt damn near magical as he thrust into me but I needed more. I pulled my head straight, my eyes hooded before I drug my blunt nails across his skin, more than likely leaving scratches. He hissed at the motion before he bite my neck in warning. I groaned, feeling a thin sheen of sweat building on my skin.

His tongue touched the slight indents that his teeth left and I leaned towards him, kissing his shoulder, letting my tongue slip out to taste him. The taste of musk and spice coated my tongue and I drew my lips across his shoulder to his neck. I let my lips press to the pulse that pounded strongly in his neck and I closed my eyes as I darted my tongue out, tasting the salt of his sweat and the taste that was uniquely him. It an an intoxicating mixture that was so addictive I doubted I could ever shake the craving.

Every movement we made was tensing my muscles in anticipation for the free fall I would take and I shuddered. Luka growled, the sound vibrating against my mouth before he dug his hand into my hair, pulling my head back. He kissed me hungrily, his lips slanting over mine and his tongue seeking my own. Our hands and movement grew more frantic and I felt everything tightening towards a faraway point.

I was being pushed to the edge of oblivion and Luka was willing to take me with him over the edge. I matched his movements as best as I could as I gasped into his mouth. Everything tensed and I threw my head back, a keening cry escaping my lips as I was pushed over the edge, shattering to a billion pieces as I fell. I held Luka tightly, my nails digging into his skin and I rode out my release. He let out a heavy groan, capturing my lips with his as his fingers dug into the backs of my thighs and shuddered against me, finding his own release in the midst of mine.

My heart beat erratically in my chest as I came down from the high he had given me. I closed my eyes, feeling heavy as I leaned against him. His arms wrapped around me, sending residual shivers through my body as he murmured words I couldn't hear as he pressed feather light kisses to my face. His hands stroked my slightly sweat dampened hair, reality was sinking in and I looked around. A bark of laughter left my mouth when I realized what it was that I was sitting on.

"Do you think Mene will curse us for desecrating one of her altars?" I looked around at the various candles and offering bowls that Luka and I had scattered across the stone floor before looked up at him. The thought was amusing and a wide grin crossed his face before he chuckled. His grey eyes were warm before he kissed my forehead. I shivered at the feeling of his lips on my skin, I relaxed when it was simply heat that filled me and not overwhelming emotions that made me feel like my chest was squeezing so tightly I couldn't breathe..

"I'm sure she will look away for this one but let's not make a habit of having sex in her temples." There was a teasing edge to his voice and I felt a flush crawl up to my cheeks. "Don't want to press our luck." He smoothed a hand down my spine, his fingers following the dips it had. I shivered at the action, watching as his eyes darkened with desire. I swallowed thickly before he pulled away from me. I let out a whine at the emptiness I felt as well as a slight ache. I winced as I shifted.

"You don't regret this do you?" His voice was curiously soft and I could see a bit of vulnerability in his grey eyes as he moved to pick up our clothes.

"Do you?" I hated how uncertain I sounded as he froze in picking up his shirt. He straightened up before walking to me, his entire aura soft and gentle. He cupped my face in his hands before pressing his lips to mine in a soft, sipping kiss. I sighed, leaning into the contact, letting his warmth seep into me.

"You know how I feel about that, Shey. I could never regret you." The words were whispered against my mouth and I smiled slightly, pressing my forehead to his. I wasn't one for tender moments but I was feeling lenient after the thorough scratching of an unbearable itch I had just received. He slowly moved away but the feeling of his hands on my cheeks lingered. He slid on his pants and I slowly moved off the altar, wincing at the slight ache in my core. It had been great sex but that didn't mean I would leave unscathed. It had been a while so it was only natural.

Luka glanced at me, his eyes lingering on my neck before another smug smirk crossed his face. I narrowed my eyes before looking down. I couldn't see anything but it simply made me more suspicious. I crouched down and picked up one of the offering bowls and turning it over so I could see my reflection in the bottom. A rather large hickey sat proudly on my neck, too high to be covered by anything but a turtle neck. My mouth dropped when I realized he had decorated most of my neck with smaller love bites as well.

"Luka! You ass!" I stood up and threw the bowl at him before covering the large mark with my hand.

He caught the projectile before chuckling at me. "Better that than teeth." He flashed his canines and I gave him a slightly disgusted look.

"Better the bowl than my foot up your ass!" I let my hand drop from my neck as I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him. My shoulder throbbed slightly at the action and I looked over at it, surprised to see blood smeared across my skin. Luka was back instantly, pressing himself close to me, skin on skin as he looked over the slightly deep wounds that lay on the back of my shoulder.

"I hurt you, lubirea mea." He gritted his teeth as he gently touched the wounds.

I frowned as I looked at the bloody lines raked into my flesh. "That was Sombro actually." The growl that erupted from him was menacing, his eyes nearly going black as he stared at the bleeding scratches. I scowled at him. "Can't kill him. He was only trying to get to Ainsley." He gave a low rattling snarl that demanded retribution and I rubbed my face with my hand at the idiocy of my poor wording.

"Not like that. He's Ainsley's mate." That shut him up and he stared at me before nodding slightly, slipping his t-shirt over my head, helping me put my damaged arm through the sleeve. I didn't need the help but I could see his compulsion so I didn't argue. "I got in between them because I didn't trust him in the temple with Lily or with Ainsley. He looked pretty intent on getting his hands on her. More than likely mark her without thinking." I said it softly and a dark look crossed over his face. I leaned back from his sudden anger.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The words were harsh and his eyes darkened and lightened rapidly, showing his battle with his wolf. "Are you stupid?"

"Why are you getting mad at me?" I gritted the words out as I looked at him. If he seriously thought yelling at me after sex was a good idea I was going to show him just how much time I had been spending with Gamgam.

"Where do I start, Shey? Putting yourself between a rogue male and his mate, taking my mother away from the safety of the house and leaving the fucking territory!" His words were tight and the last words were damn near deadly. His tone set my teeth on edge and my eyes narrowed to slits.

"I didn't leave the territory, Dickhead! The temple is on the territory, fucking remember?" I wanted to slap him upside the head. I would have known if we had crossed the territory line.

"Not anymore. I moved the territory lines so they went around the temple." At his words the memory of the mini earthquake and the smell of a witch in the house made my eyes widen. The witch had been there to move the territory lines.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" Panic filled me at the thought that I had taken Lily off of the territory. Anything could have happened to us and I felt an instant guilt clenching my stomach. I just wanted to have a picnic with her and she wanted to see the temple.

"I tried to show you the day the witch was in my office but you accused me of trying to show you my cock. I distinctly remember you saying something was not a good name for my penis." His words were clipped and I felt my face flush and I lowered my gaze, unfortunately it landed on said portion of his anatomy. My cheeks burned hotter and I felt a bit angry with how embarrassed I was feeling.

"Well at least it isn't a little something." I muttered the words to myself but Luka let out a frustrated sigh that let me know he had heard me. I resisted the urge to shove my foot in my mouth.

"Flattery isn't going to get you out of trouble." He let out a hiss of air from between his teeth and I stared at the stone floor.

"I'm perfectly aware of that." I ground it out, glancing up at him. His eyes flashed with a hot anger.

"It was foolish and reckless to take my mother anywhere without others! She could have gotten hurt or she could get sick. Did you not think?" The words held a sharp reprimand and I bristled under it.

"I thought she would enjoy a picnic." I stared up at him, my expression hard. "She did, by the way." I spat the words at him. He didn't understand how happy she had been. He hadn't been there to see it brighten her face and lift everything off of her frail shoulders. I would be guilty for taking her off the territory without meaning too but I wouldn't feel guilty for making her happy.

"That doesn't matter!" He paced in front of me, a wild animal and a human fighting for control. Between me and his mother, he and his wolf would always choose his family. I understood it but I didn't understand the extremeness of his anger. I had given her an opportunity to be normal for a few minutes. I understood I had accidentally left the territory with her but it had been just that, an accident.

"Yes it does! She's been cooped up in that house for five years, Luka."

"That's because she's sick!"

"That doesn't make her incapable of needing space. She's a shifter! She can't be caged in all the time." Just at the thought, I bristled and I didn't have a wolf to complain about the space. We weren't meant to be caged.

"She needs to be where people can help her, Shey!" He hissed it out, running his hands through his hair. Anger radiated off of his form and I paused for a second, gathering my thoughts.

"Do you know where she met your father?" I asked it in a low tone and Luka looked at me, narrowing his eyes in confusion. He looked like his mother in that moment and I hated how it made my heart lurch.

"It was an arranged meeting for an alliance so at the house. Why?" His tone was snappish and I gritted my teeth but forced the anger back. He needed to understand where I was coming from.

"You're wrong. She met him when she ran away from her father. He was hiding in a tree about ten yards into the forest from the edge of the clearing." I gestured to the general direction that the spot been in. "She was happy, Luka! She remembered a memory that was so incredibly happy for her. Does that mean anything to you?" It meant the world to me. Giving her a few minutes of that happiness meant everything to me.

"Of course it does but she needs to be safe and you wilfully-"

"I didn't know! Do you honestly think I would have come here if I knew it wasn't on the territory? Do you honestly think I would have put her in that danger deliberately? She wanted to come here, I didn't know." I felt tears prick my eyes at the thought that he believed so little of me. I would never have willingly placed Lily in a situation where she could have gotten hurt.

"Your actions speak otherwise, Shey!" He threw out his arms and i blinked rapidly, trying to hide the tears.

"I love her too, Luka! You think I want anything to hurt her or to put her in danger? The female that gave me you?" I sniffled and tried to hide the trembling of my chin. "I'm sorry, Luka. I didn't know. It still felt like the territory and she wanted to come to the temple. I didn't know it wasn't the territory, I thought Sombro was trespassing. I never thought-" My chest tightened at the panic that was threatening to swallow me about how dangerous it had been when I was wrapped in his arms, he smoothed his hand down my back as I trembled from the guilt and the other emotions surging through me. I hadn't meant to put her in danger. I hadn't meant any of that. I wanted to make her happy. She was my mate-mother and I wanted to make her smile.

"I felt it too, so you aren't entirely at fault, Shey. I understand your need to make her happy but she needs to be where people can help her. You understand, right?" He brushed my hair from my face, slipping his hand across my jaw and caressing my cheekbone with his thumb. I looked up at him nodding but his gaze was focused on the slowly bleeding claw marks on my shoulder. "You know your willingness to risk your life to keep her and Ainsley safe makes the anger worse not better, right?" He raised an eyebrow and I frowned slightly, blinking away the tears, pushing away the emotions rolling around in my stomach.

"Sombro wouldn't have killed me. He just wanted me out of the way." I swallowed thickly and pulled away from his arms. I needed to let him know that I was still strong, that I wouldn't crumple at a showing of emotions. It was how my mother had taught me.

"Sombro?" His eyebrow rose slightly and I nodded slowly, tugging at the hem of the t-shirt absent-mindedly.

"He was really somber and stern when I first met him." I looked up at him and he was looking at me intently. His eyes were asking a question I wasn't willing to figure out, a few moments of silence passed before he let an aggravated sigh.

"Does he have an actual name?" He gestured to me as if prompting me to give him information that I didn't know.

I shrugged carelessly. "I don't know. You can ask him if you want." At that his eyes flashed black and I was aware of his canines elongating in his mouth. The display did nothing for me other than alarm me with how on the edge he was with his wolf. It made me wary and unsure around him.

"He's not comi-"

"He's seeking asylum. We can't just turn him away. Besides are you really going to force Ainsley to endure another rejection?" I crossed my arms over my chest, gritting my teeth as the claw marks sent pain shooting through my muscles.

Luka's expression was dark as he seemed to be contemplating Sombro's fate. "He will be watched at all times and tested vigorously for his training. I don't want a burden on the pack. I don't want him alone with Ainsley unless she specifically states." He pointed at me and I stared at him before waving him off. It was easy to fall back into the pattern of flippancy.

"I don't care. Why are you telling me?" I couldn't help the tone that had entered my voice. I was upset with him. We had literally just had sex and then a minute later he was yelling at me. I was not one to let that slide, it was a complete asshole move to hit me when I was feeling the most emotional. I didn't know, I knew it was a mistake but he hadn't needed to yell at me, we could have discussed it properly.

"Why are you being snappish?" He narrowed his eyes at me and I returned the gesture.

"I'm not sure but it certainly has nothing to do with the fact you yelled at me after sex. Nothing like that at all." The sarcasm was burning and he blinked, his eyes widening in realization before his shoulders slumped.

"I'm an ass. I'm sorry. I should have handled that better than I did." He muttered it out as he rubbed at his face.

"Tell me something I don't know." I glared at him. I did not particularly like being verbally berated until I turned into emotional mess and that was exactly what he had done to me. He was changing things about me and that was something I didn't like. I didn't want to change for someone. I needed someone to accept me as I was and if that was an emotionally stunted, bitter female then they would have to simply deal.

"I'm taking you to Jason to get that healed." Luka moved closer as he looked at my shoulder again. The blood was causing the t-shirt to stick to my skin. It was unpleasant but not overly concerning, I had been covered in worse during my training.

"They don't bother me."

"They bother me." Luka reached out as if wanting to touch them but he stopped halfway, looking at me as if trying to gauge my reaction. I kept my expression even, not willing to give him anything to go on. I needed to keep some distance from him, I felt like everything was pressing down on me.

"I don't care." I turned my face away from him and he let out a sigh before invading my space and grasping my face in his hands. He pulled it so I was forced to look at him and I scowled at him darkly. Even though the warmth of his palms was making the anger fade, replacing the sharp burn with a warmth soothing, I was still upset. His grey eyes were soft dove grey as they searched my own.

"You don't care about them, I understand this, Shey. I know this but every mark, every bruise, every cut and scar that your body carries or will carry is something that I care about deeply." His words brushed over my skin gently, a soft and gentle touch rather than the previous fire that his voice had been. I shuddered under the sheer sincerity the words had. "I'm an Alpha, strength is required but when it comes to those marks on your skin, I am weak. Please, let me remove my weakness." He was searching my gaze and I tried not to let the words make my insides turn to mush but my heart thumped in my chest. It soaked in the words, basking in the golden truth they had. I gave a slow nod and he pressed his lips to mine for a brief kiss that I couldn't help but lean into.

"You are such a strong shifter, Shey. You are a female of resilience and strength and you continually surprise me, lubriea mea." He whispered the words against my mouth and I closed my eyes as they slid into my ear, tugging at the pieces of my heart, urging them to trust him to hold them together. His hands slid to my neck, brushing his thumb against my pulse that picked up its pace at his touch.

"What does that mean?" The nickname had been bothering me. Gamgam had straight up refused to tell me. She simply grinned at me and walked away, it was starting to bother me.

"Something that will get me slapped." There was a mischievous edge to his tone and I pulled away from him slightly, wary of him and the nickname.

"It better not be an insult like 'little mouth'." I narrowed my eyes at him and he brushed his nose up an along mine, inhaling as he did so.

"Far from it. And guriță is a term of endearment, not an insult." He sounded slightly amused before he dipped down, brushing his lips against mine in a ghost of a kiss. "Will you be going back to no touching?" It was asked teasingly as he lifted his head but there was a heavy seriousness that seeped through the words. For him there was a lot riding on my answer, the bond affected him more than it did me and to deny him touch after we mated would cause the bond to take drastic measures that I would more than likely not enjoy, like a forcible claiming.

"Will you stop having sex with me?" I would not deny myself something I enjoyed but if he would deny me, then as much as I hated it, I would as well. Just to be petty and maybe a bit petulant.

"I wasn't planning on it?" He frowned at me slight, a puzzled look in his eyes as his hands slid from my neck to my shoulders. I shivered at the action slightly, ignoring the slight throb from my shoulder as his fingers brushed the edge of the wounds.

"Are you asking me or telling me?" I levelled a pointed stare at him and he looked as if he were formulating a response to my question. He opened his mouth before he closed it with a small frown, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought. His hair was all over the place and I inhaled slightly, trying to ignore how much I liked my scent on his skin. A flare of smug territorial pride filled me at the thought of it warning others off of him.

"Are you giving me permission to continue to have sex with you?" He asked it slowly and it sounded almost unsure. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I certainly wasn't withholding it."

"So..." He looked at me as if waiting for me to explain it and I let out a huff of irritation.

"Yes, that is permission." I nodded slowly, speaking as if he were a child. I understood he was a little wary about me changing the rules of our relationship but if he continued I would leave the rules as they were. Despite the unbearable itch I would get without touching him. I understood how the bond worked. I wouldn't be comfortable away from him or without his touch but I would suffer it if he was going to be an idiot.

"Then no." He smiled at me and I narrowed my eyes slightly. The irritation was still there despite how his smile was making me feel warm. I was more than aware of the chemical cocktail the bond was currently leeching into my brain but it didn't bother me as much. Although I disliked the fact that it was trying to remove my irritation. I would have been happier if it just left my negative emotions as they were instead of trying to change them.

"Well then, that is your answer isn't it?" I tilted my head at him and that stupid crooked grin spread across his face, making a fluttering sensation appear in my stomach. His fingers tugged slightly as the t-shirt, his eyes immediately going to the growing blood stain. His eyebrows furrowed a bit as he stared at the growing red stain.

"I'm taking you to Jason." He said it firmly, his hands squeezing my shoulders slightly as if expecting me to put up a fight or run for it. I hissed slightly in pain and he immediately let go, his arms dropping to his sides. I reached out with my good arm and grasped his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together.

I looked up at him and his grey eyes narrowed slightly as he watched me. "Okay. Let's go." I squeezed his hand, letting him know of my acceptance of his care. I didn't care about my wounds, they were inconsequential but I would let him care. He lead me towards the door and thunder rumbled so loudly that the building felt like it was shaking. I jumped slightly, I had forgotten that it was raining. Luka pulled open the door and the cold air raced across the floor, curling up my bare legs, scattering goosebumps over my skin. He let my hand go before wrapping an around around my waist, tugging me slightly in front of him before his chest pressed to my back.

I opened my mouth to ask him what the hell he was doing but we had stepped outside and the chill raced across my whole body. I shivered and Luka squeezed me gently before we moved out fully into the rain. Only a few of the rain drops landed on me and I bit back a smile when I realized he was shielding me from the rain. I pinched his arm and he yanked it from my waist. I took the distraction to bolt out into the rain.

"I'm not made of sugar, Dickhead! I won't melt!" I threw the words over my shoulder. I laughed as the rain instantly soaked me, making the shirt cling to me tightly. I spun around, my arms wide as I lifted my face to the sky. I loved the rain. It signalled new beginnings. I stopped spinning and looked at a rather amused Luka.

I liked new beginnings.