Torian simply gestured in the opposite direction. "I know how to make a playlist, Rain."
"Uh-huh..." I followed him.
He kept going until we were in a slightly less populated area, then glared at everyone around us. Needless to say, it didn't take long before it became private. Anyone with half a brain left when Torian looked at them that way.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded.
He ran his tongue behind his lips, sucking in a breath. "Apologizing. Well, trying to."
"For?"
"Almost getting you killed."
I lifted a brow. "Oh, that part?"
"Well, the kiss that led to it," he mumbled.
"What was that?" I asked, putting my hand to my ear.
Because the music was loud, and while I was pretty sure I'd heard him, I couldn't believe it. Torian Hunt, the guy who always acted like the rest ofus should bow down to him, had just admitted he shouldn't have kissed me?
"Aspen said I should apologize," he shot back, loud enough to carry over the music this time.
"And you just fucked it up," I told him.
Groaning, he shoved a hand through his hair. "Ok, I'm not sorry I did it. I am sorry Harper was willing to kill you for it. Happy now?"
So I leaned into his face. "I. Am. Dating. Your. Sister!" I made sure to keep my words soft enough to stay under the music, but he should've been able to read my lips.
"Which is why I'm trying to be nice!" he snapped. "I thought kissing you would piss Harper off. I didn't think it would get you killed!"
"It didn't!"
"Would've, if you'd been anything but the Morrigan." He canted his head and lifted his chin, daring me to deny it. "You clearly thought hanging on me would work, so I didn't do anything wrong."
I just pulled in a breath and scrubbed at my eyes. "I thought you were my friend, Torian. I thought that meant I should have your back. And in case you missed it, I fucking hate bullies. Ones who go after Aspen are at the top of my list."
"And you."
I twitched, confused by his words. "Huh?"
"She bullied you too," he reminded me. "Or does that not matter?"
"Kinda doesn't," I assured him. "Torian, I'm a foster kid. Getting picked on is par for the course."
Those nearly-neon eyes of his hung on mine like he was trying to find the loophole. "That feels like the truth," he finally said.
"Because it is!"
"Do you love her?"
Not the question I'd expected. "Who?" I asked, making sure I was following.
"Aspen." His jaw was too tight.
"I like her."
The muscles along his cheek jumped. "Not what I asked."
