18. Fucked In The Head

Rhett

“What the fuck is your problem?” I yell, though I try to keep my voice low so I don’t mistakenly wake Savannah up, and then she has to witness a confrontation between Cassian and me. Especially now that she has seen the picture with my mom when we were kids. “Are you fucked in the head?”

“Geez, why are you so cranky?” He laughs. “Can't I have some fun with my roommate whom I miss so much?” he says sarcastically with a pout.

My chest is heaving up and down due to my anger, but mostly due to the terror that had gripped my heart just a few minutes ago. “The fuck you stalking me for, huh?” I hiss, wrapping my hands around his throat, forcing him to look me squarely in the eyes. “And who sent you to kidnap me? Or is it you? What now! Plans to torture me!”

Cassian scoffs, slapping my hand away roughly and rolling his eyes as he steps back and tosses the cloth bag onto the grass. “Kidnap you? Please. You have a really wild imagination, Reed.”

“You literally just put that shit over my head!” I hiss, taking another step toward him, ignoring the way my wolf was whining in my head. Sometimes, I really needed to get rid of the fucker. “Who are you working for, Cassian? Did my father send you to spy on me?”

I want to ask him if it’s the work of a rival pack, but one thing always protecting Cassian from was reasoning about the existence of werewolves. If he really didn’t know shit about it, then I couldn’t risk him asking questions and then digging too deep just because I mentioned a rival pack. I try to think of something else… “Or Jacob? You two seemed close some weeks ago.”

Cassian lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head as if I’ve just said the most ridiculous thing on earth. “Working for your father? Or Jacob? Give me a break. You’re really not that important for me to risk going to jail for it being a puppet for, trust me. It was just a harmless prank to see you squirm. And honestly? Seeing the all-so-great hockey captain look so terrified was totally worth the drive.”

“You’re crazy. You’re an actual psycho,” I mutter, rubbing my face in frustration.

“Maybe,” he smirks.

“You’re still not telling me how and why you are here. How did you even find this place? Nobody knows about this cabin except my family.”

Cassian’s grin slowly fades into something a bit more unreadable, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my wolf stir again. He casually takes another step forward so that our noses are almost touching. I fight the urge to look at his lips, which I so badly want to kiss, and force my eyes to meet his.

“I don't know, Rhettie…” he whispers, coming even closer. I swallow hard but don’t take a step back—I can't let him know that he’s affecting me so bad. “Maybe I came to rekindle some old memories,” he whispers, his voice dropping into that deep and painfully sexy tone that always manages to get under my skin. He gestures toward the old porch with a wave of his hand. “Oh, have you forgotten about that so soon? We used to spend our summers running around these exact trees before you decided to become a monster.”

My throat suddenly feels completely dry. He’s right. He used to come here with me and my mom when we were kids. He knew this place just as well as I did.

But looking at him now, standing in front of me with a cold look in his eyes, I know the sweet boy from those memories is completely gone. And the fact that he followed me all the way out here… I'm not sure what to think.

“What do you want?” I sigh, giving up already. “Just say it and leave. I'm trying to have a good time and you're ruining it.”

Cassian laughs, but there’s a tinge of bitterness in it. “God, can't remember how many good times you ruined for me. We aren’t even one percent close to calling it even,” he sneers and steps past me, walking into the house.

I walk after him with quick steps, grabbing his shirt from behind and slamming his back into the nearest wall. “You need to leave. Now.”

“Oh, I'm terrified!” he squeaks sarcastically, his eyes glinting and his lips stretching into one of his smiles.

Fuck.

Looking at those lips… feeling his breath against my skin… my wolf is going batshit crazy—I am going batshit crazy.

I can't help myself this time. Every ounce of restraint I’ve built up over the last few weeks disappears.

I pull Cassian's head forward, and crash my lips onto his.