Chapter 92 092
Danica’s POV
It's been a while since I got to one of the most scanty coffee shops around the Pack, and I've been so engrossed in my research that I didn't even realize that I'd spent hours on sitting until the constant drag of someone's shoes stole my undivided attention.
My head snapped backwards, fast enough to catch who the annoying person was but then Killian's smirking face came to view.
“Killian…” I trailed off, tone as firm as steel but he didn't let me finish.
“Don't you need something softer to clear your head? You've taken fifteen cups of coffees in the past five hours” he interrupted and my brows creased.
What the… FIVE HOURS??!!
“You mean, I've spent five hours sitting? And what? Fifteen cups of coffee?” I exclaimed and he shrugged.
“Five hours, twenty nine minutes, thirteen seconds to be precise” he added and I almost choked on nothing because I still had a whole lot of things to do. Shopping included.
“Uhm, no thank you, Killian. I don't need anything from you” I muttered with a tight smile and he nodded once, giving me a look I couldn't even see through.
“And… can you stay right here while I go shopping for a few ‘medicals’?” I asked and he didn't even try to humor me a bit before shaking his head in refusal.
“I should just have him buried alive…” I gritted before turning to my official laptop to round up what I was currently working on.
Ten minutes later we were at a shop and I got everything I needed within thirty minutes.
“See? I got what I needed within thirty minutes and nothing happened. I wasn't kidnapped into thin air” I muttered sarcastically as Killian pulled up at the coffee shop.
“A lot could have happened within thirty minutes, Princess” he muttered, leaning in dangerously close as he gave me a look that made me shiver.
It reminded me of the look a weird looking guy gave me while I did my thing back at that shop. I shivered again and he smirked before whispering “That's what I thought”
I got out of the car fast, too fast, not wanting him to see the goosebumps that erupted over my skin because back there when I caught that freak staring, I wasn't scared because right behind me was Killian and there sure was a kind of reassurance that came with doing my shopping while he lurked around at every corner within arms reach.
Thinking about it now with an image that doesn't include Killian made me want to bloat.
And don't even ask me what that look was.
It was creepy… a kind of look an ugly psychopathic man would give you. And trust me, it wasn't so nice to catch someone staring at you with a ghost's smile all over his extremely ugly face.
“You look like you would be glad to pull off five of his front teeth” Killian chose the moment to tease and I almost jumped out of my skin because I had no idea he was already behind me.
“I wouldn't,” I argued.
“It doesn't matter if you deny that now, but trust me, if we went back there right now, you wouldn't hesitate to do it.” He added and I whipped around to pin him with a glare.
His eyes darted from my frowning face, to my hand and then back to my face. “Your hands are fisting so hard, you know. The body speaks more sincerely than the mouth does.”
I unfisted my hands immediately and I made my way into the coffee shop, speechlessly yet I wasn't even mad.
Lately, I get mad when I lose an argument. Or when an argument dies down and I don't have the last word. But with Killian, I wasn't.
Maybe because he was right. Maybe because I would truly love to knock all of that bastard's teeth off.
‘Took you long enough to figure out how much you’ve changed lately. One month ago, you wouldn’t even imagine hurting a fly because it’d be a violation of insect rights! Or the violation of your precious morals’ Aurora giggled and I scoffed loudly.
Once I was seated, my focus returned so fast that it didn't entertain any more small talk and thankfully, Killian was as silent as a dead man. No dragging feets, no awkward clearing of his throats. I had to look back to see if he was still actually breathing.
He was. His eyes were fully trained on me, being watchful as he'd been ordered to be.
I turned to continue my work, a tiny smile curling on my lips as I pushed up my screen-proof glasses back in place. Fifteen more lines and I'll be done sorting this out.
I wasn't even over one line when I felt another presence in front of me. And I would have ignored whoever it was if it wasn't for the awkward clear of their throat. Whoever it was.
I couldn't possibly have that going on forever.
So I looked up, and a thick frown replaced my nonchalant expression.
Finn.
“Danica” he muttered, with a softness that would have made me blush once upon a time.
“What do you want, Finn?” I muttered, tone bored and tired. Because I was. I truly am.
“I just… I just wanted to talk” he muttered and I smiled.
“But you don't want to anymore, right? So you can leave now” I muttered, pointing out the fact that he said that in past tense.
Let the past be the past, people.
“No, no. Danica… I still want to talk. Just hear me out, okay?” he quickly chipped in and I nodded once.
“Go on. I can hear you” I muttered, giving in, while I avoided his gaze squarely even when I knew how much he despised speaking to someone who wouldn't meet his gaze.
Let him seethe. I've done a whole lot of seething when he decided to walk away. Now it's his turn.
“I'm sorry about the other day… in the forest. I didn't mean any harm” he started and I hummed in response, keeping my gaze locked on the screen before me.
He was silent for a beat and I actually thought he was done… ready to leave so I looked up to dismiss him. But then I caught a smile on his face.
Small. But still a smile anyway.
“You look… pretty, Nika” he mouthed and I blinked, almost scoffing right in his face.
He called me Nika all the time we were together. But that day, when he broke me, the Nika he adored was gone, replaced by the Danica that wasn't good enough for him.
He doesn't have the right to call me that anymore. He lost that right the minute he called me a liability.
“It's Danica, Finn. Danica Grayson, in case you forgot” I corrected and the smile vanished from his face, leaving him all awkward. Like a teenage nerd getting a rejection from his first crush.
“And I didn't have face surgery or anything of the sort, Finn. I look exactly the same as the day you boldly told me to my face how unfit I was to be your mate because I wasn't pretty, or smart like the woman who owned your heart. Now you have her. I'd suggest you don't screw that up with pointless flirts. She's a really good friend and I wouldn't want that to end because of you. You understand me, right?” I muttered but he didn't respond. He just stared at me in shock and I took that as my cue to leave.
“Good then, I'll leave now. I'm sure you wouldn't mind” I muttered, standing to my feet.
Killian took the laptop from me, but not without giving Finn a fucking warning glare.