K'ythri stands slowly, gingerly testing her ankle. Not too bad... if I can get Rowan to get me some other kind of brace....
Suddenly Nick is standing right in front of her, arms crossed, blocking her way. “And just what do you think you are doing? Sit back down.”
Ky's eyes narrow at being told what to do, anger bubbling to the surface. “Dont start telling me what to do Nick. I am sworn to protect Star. Look at Erik, he is torn in half as it is. I will not sit here like a bump and not help. I mean it, Nick, get out of my way.”
“I will hold you down or tie you to that chair if I have to, either way, but you are not walking anywhere.” Nick tries his best to look stern but Ky isnt having any of it.
Ky slams her fist down on the table, “Damn it to hell, stop telling me what to do! Where in the fuck do you get off bossing me around one of a sudden? You have been avoiding me for days...”
“Avoiding you? Thats bullshit...”
“You have... ever since... well... that night my leg hurt. I come into a room and you leave, I try to follow and you make some excuse to go somewhere else. I can just go back to Faerie with Inari if thats how you feel about it.”
“Go back? Dammit, elf, don't you understand anything? Put yourself in my shoes for a minute.” Nick's eyes are just short of blazing. It won't take much to trip him over into a full vamp-out, and then there'll be a shitstorm and a half…. "Look, Raina asked me to do what I did to relax you enough so you could sleep. How the hell am I supposed to know how you felt about it? You never said a word about it later. For all I knew, it meant nothing to you but a weird kind of first aid."
"So if Raina hadn't asked, you still wouldn't have touched me, is that it?" Ky isnt sure if she is madder at Nick or upset.
Nick fists his hands in his hair. "Godammit, Ky, you're enough to piss off a saint - or tempt one. I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a fucking rapist. I like to know that a woman's interested before I start groping her, okay? You never seemed to be interested in doing anything, and I wasn't going to push, okay?"
Ky's voice is a low, guttural growl and her eyes are hot as embers. "Just wait till this leg is better, vampire. You'll find out just how interested I can be. I'll put you through so many changes you'll have to crawl back to your fucking crypt. I'll make you scream and like it and beg for more."
"Then what the fuck are we arguing about?" Nick almost grins.
"Because you're an asshole who can't open up to a woman, and because you won't get out of my way!" Ky kicks a chair with her good leg and has to grab onto the table to retain her balance
"Won't open up? Look who's talking! I've seen clams that were less closemouthed! And no, I'm not getting out of the way. You're not going to hurt that leg worse while I'm alive - or whatever the fuck it is - to stop you."
Raina looks up and grabs Gareths arm as he tries to sneak past her. “Wait a minute. Let them hash it out. Ky has to learn to hold her own with Nick. They wont kill each other or anything.”
Gareth takes Rainas hand and whispers, “Its not necessarily Ky that I am worried about..”
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