Page 26 of My Crazy Killers
WREN
“What are you doing?” Sly asks as he steps into the bedroom and sees me pulling on one of the new crop tops the guys had bought for me.
“I told you I’m not spending another day in that bed.” I point at it in frustration. It is probably the nicest one I’ve ever slept in, but being basically confined to it for the past nine days is making me start to hate it.
“We agreed on two weeks,” he tells me, blocking the exit with his arms folded across his chest.
“No,” I say, shaking my head, before jabbing my finger into his chest. “Yousaid two weeks. I never agreed to that.”
“You’re still healing,” he argues.
“Sly, Jagger’s been walking around for two days, and he’s fine.”
“It’s different.”
I mirror his pose, arms across my chest as I raise my eyebrows at him in question. “How?”
“Itjust is.”
“Sly…”
“You know I need to look after you.”
“Is this about being a dom?” I ask, cocking my head at him in question.
“Partly. It’s not sexual, though, but I want to look after you. Ineedto. You need to trust me and know I’m looking out for your best interests.”
I let my arms drop to my side before stepping up to him and resting my hands on his forearm. “Sly, of course, I know this all comes from a place of love, but didn’t you tell me that sometimes I have to put my foot down, too?”
He purses his lips but doesn’t respond. “In this case, obeying your order isnotsomething I want to do. As much as I love to make you happy, my back doesn’t hurt anymore. It just itches sometimes. You confirmed yourself that all the wounds are either scabbed over or healed. I’m not going to be doing cartwheels or anything, but if I lie in that bed for one more day, I’m going to go crazy.”
His eyes bounce between mine before he asks, “You’ll be careful?”
“I promise.”
“No physical activities until all the scabbing is gone.”
“You’re no fun,” Pete says as his head pops up over Sly’s shoulder. Spotting me, he exclaims, “Hey! Does Wren get to come out and play now?”
“Yes,” I say.
“No,” Sly says at the same time, then we narrow our eyes on each other.
Deciding to take a different approach, since he is blocking the doorway, I take a few steps back, place the back of my hand on my forehead, and look up at Sly with wide, concerned eyes. “Oh my,” I whisper as I sit on the edge of the bed.
Immediately, his arms drop as he steps toward me. “What? What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks in alarm.
“Could you get me a cold cloth?” I ask, pointing to the bathroom.
“Of course.”
He starts toward the bathroom, and I look at Pete and grin. “Psych!” I yell, jumping up and practically sprinting from the bedroom. Pete steps to the side to let me pass as giggles escape me.
“You little brat!” Sly yells as I move into the rest of the suite, finding the others lounging around the living area. “I told you not to run!”
“I’m not running!” I say as I speed walk to the couches, finding my target. “Dex! Protect me! Sly’s trying to bore me out of my mind!”
Dex, being the gentleman he is, instantly stands and pulls me behind him as he assumes a fighting stance aimed at Sly. “Halt, foul villain!”
