Date = 13 November
Place = San Francisco (Grimm house)
POV - Melaena
He takes the stairs two at a time and then — without ceremony — drops me onto his bed.
Again.
The mattress bounces. My pride doesn’t.
“Are you mentally unhinged,” he snaps, stalking a step closer, “or just catastrophically stupid? You don’t just run off like that. What if D had found you first?” His voice cracks with something sharp and ugly. “Are you trying to get yourself raped? Or killed?”
That … lands.
I swallow hard. The adrenaline buzz in my veins suddenly tastes bitter. I hadn’t thought about that. Not even for a second.
“Don’t you lecture me,” I point a finger at his nose, “If you didn’t chase off all the guys in school, I would have touched a p***s before now.”
He growls — low, territorial, downright fe
