That...
I jump up and feel how Spence is just a tad too slow to grab and stop me. I lunge for Liam. He’s as good a subject to work my frustration out on as any. Liam keeps pushing my buttons on purpose, like he’s asking for a fight. He totally deserves anything I can give him.
Max quickly jumps out of the way as I swing my arm back, ready to punch Liam in the face. Just... Fucking hell. This guy...
Liam pulls his hand up and catches my fist, slowing it down but not stopping me and it still hits him on the cheek.
He grabs my shirt and pulls me to the side so I end up against the wall of the plane with a loud thud. Then he jabs out at me and I manage to barely avoid his fist, which slams into the wall with a nasty crack. I’m not sure if the sound is from his bones or the wall of the plane.
Oh, don’t think so.
I grab hold of him and push him back against the wall himself, holding him in place as I punch him again, which he deflects with his arm.
His leg comes up and he almost knees me in the nuts, I only avoid it because I was turning to have a go at him again. Oh, he plays dirty. Fucking centaur, you can’t expect them to play by the rules.
I jam my shoulder into his chest and grab for his arm, gripping it hard. Even in my human form, I’m much stronger than a simple human and I could break his bones in my grip if I wanted to.
I need this. I need this so much. Letting go of this energy. Finding a target to focus it on instead of having it bottled up inside and the guy who’s been pissing me off all evening is a great target.
Liam manages to land a blow on my jaw, but I return with a blow to his stomach, which he doesn’t seem to appreciate as much. Well, shouldn’t have touched the face... That’s just... low.
You never hit the face, at least not mine. It doesn’t matter if he’s got a couple of bruises on his face, it would probably only make him look better.
21 Spence
Max flops down in the seat next to me, the seat Zack just vacated, as the other two Alphas are fighting at the other end of the plane. Cyra is pretending that she doesn’t notice it, but I saw her irritation when they started.
Since she’s not saying anything and they’re not doing too much damage to each other, or the plane, this is probably the best way for them to stop being so tense the whole time. And maybe it builds something between them. I don’t know. Maybe they can become at least somewhat friendly towards each other after beating the shit out of the other?
“I’m thinking, you’ve got painkillers and bandages with you, and probably better skills than most nurses?” Max sounds like he’s tired, but when I glance his way, he seems more amused by the situation and I get lost in his deep brown eyes for a moment. Fuck. I can ignore him when he’s further away, but this close... it’s much harder.
“You too?” I don’t really think I need to answer him, not after how Zack has been acting these last couple of hours.
He shakes his head. “Liam usually doesn’t get into fights. He just... gets in other trouble. But this is totally within the realm of possibility of him getting in trouble around someone who seems to prefer ‘talking’ with his fists. As long as they stay in their human forms and don’t do too much damage, they should be fine, I think.”
“Yeah. They seem fine.” I nod. I pull the tablet a little higher onto my lap, since my slacks are starting to... lack space, so to say, from having Max this close. “Zack knows that if he breaks anything, he’s gotta pay for the repairs himself. Even if it’s only indirectly his fault.”
Then I drop my voice, glancing at Cyra before my eyes end back on Max. “What happened at the house? She seemed... angrier than before, when you got to the airport.”
She’s obviously snapped out of whatever shock she’d been in and turned full fury on us instead. This is definitely more like the girl we met at the cafe, not the husk she was when the ‘news’ of our sneaking off from the party broke and she got the call from her parents.
“She... It took a little convincing to get her to let me into her apartment and... more convincing to get her to pack her bags.” Something dark passes over his face. “I basically reinforced all her arguments as to why she doesn’t want to be part of shifter society, why she doesn’t want Alphas around. I was an asshole to her. But it got her here safely, so the end result was worth it.” Though his voice sounds pained.
Zack, or even I, can easily act like everything Cyra hates about Alphas, but this guy? Max? He almost looks too kind to know how to act like an ‘Alphahole’, an Alpha asshole.
“I don’t think you believe that.” I slowly shake my head. “I don’t think you believe that the goal justifies the means, not when it’s about her.”
He shrugs, looking out the window. “What does it matter what I believe? It needed to be done. So I did it.”
I don’t know why, but I reach out to him, putting my hand on his leg. My heart heavy at his words.
His eyes shoot to me, then to Cyra, then to the guys who are still fighting, their grunts and punches almost like background music, and then
