Drake looked up at me and actually smiled.
The i***t.
The complete and utter i***t smiled.
“I knew it.”
The words took a second to penetrate the fog in my head.
“Knew what?”
His grin widened despite the blood loss.
“You like me.”
Relief and fury collided so violently inside my chest that I wasn’t sure which one won.
“Shut up.”
“That’s fair.”
“You’re bleeding.”
He looked down at the spear.
Then back at me.
“Excellent observation.”
My laugh came out sounding dangerously close to a broken sound.
“Drake.”
Something in my voice must have reached him because his expression softened slightly.
Not much.
Just enough.
Enough for me to realize that beneath the jokes and the teasing and the constant grin, he was scared too. And somehow that made everything worse.
“You stupid idiot
