Chapter 32

XANDER

Daciana swatches Donovan's hand and he winces. Holding it against his chest with a look of absolute betrayal on his face. "Why'd you do that?" He asks, his voice sounding almost whiny.

It would have been amusing, seeing as half of his face was injured. But nothing in the world was fucking funny.

"You were picking two at a time." Daciana replies, unapologetically, glaring at him.

"Well, couldn't you have just said that instead of hitting me?" He is still using that voice that is grating on my nerves and ears. "I've warned you three times already. I said I wouldn't do it again." She said nonchalantly, throwing a berry in her mouth.

Yes, that is what they were fighting over. Like we didn't have en—fucking—ough.

I'm tired of them. And they insist on following me around like some damn bodyguards. Except, their presence doesn't protect me from anything. If anything, t