Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(20)
In the absolute silence that filled the air, my finger still pointed in the Mayor’s face, fury was running amok inside me—a haze of possessiveness running through my veins—I felt Jonathan’s palms land on my hips from behind. I instantly lowered my own and roughly swatted his away. I turned on my heel, and started roughly shoving his chest, making him move back across the room, my voice unlike I had ever heard it before as I hissed with each shove, “Don’t. Ever. Do. That. Again.”
He grunted as his back banged against the wall.
I kept a hand on his chest where his heartbeat was thumping heavily under my palm, firmly holding him there as I tilted, my head snapping back to the Mayor, where he now stood with a carefully neutral expression, one hand in his pocket, the other scratching his chin absently. Too bad his cheeks were still flushed and his lips were even rosier than they normally were. I pointed my finger at the door, ordering him brutally, “Get the f*ck out of my home.”
Hell, my breathing was louder than theirs, my chest heaving forcefully.
Brutal quiet weighed the air.
Jonathan rested his large palm gently on top of my hand on his chest. “Peanut, calm down.”
The hell with that. “Fuck you. You just kissed him.” I jerked my attention from the Mayor, glaring at my man. “We’re going to church.”
His expression instantly cracked from detachment to one of exasperation. “I am not going to church. How many times do I have to tell you this?”
My eyes narrowed to mere slits. “The fact that you think it is all right to kiss someone else in front of me is a perfect indication that you need to go.”
He merely stared. “I won’t go to church.” His palm on top of mine gently curved, holding my hand against his chest. His gaze was patient. “And he’s not leaving. The three of us need to talk.”
Instant. “No.” I jerked my hand away from his, and stepped back a few steps, but still stayed between them. “There will be no talking. I don’t give a shit that you two had a past together. You are mine now. Not his. I want him to leave.” My nose crinkled. “He is a shifter, Jonathan.”
It was quiet for a beat, and then Isaac snorted. “You sure as hell didn’t care that I was a shifter a month ago.” His plush lips curved ever so slightly, and the devil gleamed in his eyes as he stared at me. “Even when the spell ended,” he hummed quietly as my shoulders stiffened, “we didn’t stop.”
My breath caught in my chest, and I quickly slammed my gaze to Jonathan, mumbling hurriedly at his blanking expression, “We were already…” I waved my hands at each other, “…in the act.”
Isaac chuckled softly. Complete arrogance. “Now, now, Kennedy. You seem to be skirting around the truth to your advantage. I gave you the chance to stop. You didn’t take it. In fact, you kissed me if memory hasn’t failed me.”
I growled under my breath, baring my teeth at the damn Mayor. “You are a f*cking *.” I leaned to grab my plate off the pristine table…and chucked it straight at his head. He easily ducked and danced to the side, my plate shattering against the red and black striped wallpaper lining the wall my couch rested against. I jammed my pointed finger at the door. “Quit trying to wreck us even further! You. Can’t. Have. Him. Now, get out of my home!”
The Mayor merely smiled with the barest flash of his white teeth between his lips. “You don’t technically have him either. Not when he kissed me like that.”
In that mere statement, the simple breath that it took him to say those words, all of my fury melted away. The possessiveness that I had felt was still there, but I crossed my arms as my stomach churned, falling back into the reality of the situation.
I felt cold. Alone. My bones chilled with it as misery made my shoulders slump.
He was right.
Jonathan muttered a curse and shoved off the wall. He waved a sharp, agitated hand at the Mayor, his tone just as brutal. “Cut the shit out, Isaac.” Black eyes turned to me. His features were still quiet, but his gaze may have softened a smidge, his tone gentle. “He’s playing a game with you. You don’t understand what he’s doing.”
My lips pinched. “Or maybe you don’t understand his game.” I shook my head slightly, holding my arms tighter around myself. “He came here. Stayed here. Has done everything in his power to make this happen. He wanted you to know about that night, about us together, and he sure as hell didn’t move away when you,” I choked on the words, taking a step back from him, “kissed him.”
Jonathan’s eyes didn’t leave mine, his tone still quiet. Patient. “I know, Peanut.”
My eyes narrowed. “You’re being condescending.”
He held up his hands in supplication. “I’m not. I swear.” A soft shake of his head. “You’re just missing what he’s doing.”
My eyes stayed narrowed, but I jerked them to the Mayor. “Then what are you up to?”
His own black brows were furrowed, a slightly aggravated expression. “How old are you?”
My shoulders jutted back at his tone, my chin lifting, and my tone curt. “I’m twenty-two.” I tapped my fingers on my crossed arms. “How old are you?”
“I’m thirty-five.” Isaac’s brows didn’t move, still slanted. His head cocked ever so slightly as he slowly eyed me from head to toe before his expression cleared. “And you’re a human.”