Well, s**t, that wasn’t dignified for an exit, Zeke thought to himself.
Well, s**t, that wasn’t dignified for an exitVitali quickly picked Zeke up, and laid him on the bed. “Are you crazy, my amante? You can’t do things like that. You might reopen one of your wounds.”
“I don’t give a s**t. I want out of here,” Zeke snapped, smacking at Vitali’s hands as he tried to tuck the blanket back over him.
Vitali stopped all movement and looked into Zeke’s eyes. Damn, the man looked shattered, and if that didn’t make Zeke feel like a large hard piece of s**t. “I meant it when I said I wanted to be yours, Vi, but I can’t stay here. I won’t stay here.”
“Talk to me, Zeke. I know Erik is being an ass, but he really is looking out for the coven,” Vitali insisted.
Zeke felt his anger rise, as he
