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Lila dropped the pitcher on the floor, her eyes blazing
with fury. “Listen to me, Coulter. Call me a bitch again, and
I will make you eat that word.”
“Bitch,” I hissed under my breath.
Her eyes narrowed on me and then she smiled. A sweet
smile that should have warned me of what was coming, but
I fell for it. Fell for that beautiful smile that owned me.
I didn’t see it coming. And when I did, it was too late.
Lila marched to the closet, rummaged inside, looking for
something. Thirty seconds later, she came back out with a…
baseball bat.
Woah. Woah, hold-the-fuck-up.
Her eyes glistened with something unrecognizable.
There was anger and frustration there. And more. Lila
stalked to my window, raised the bat and…
BAM!
My heart jumped to my throat. I scrambled off the bed,
gaping at my window. Lila lifted the bat again and brought
it against the window in one hard swing, shattering
whatever was left of it, after her first hit.
“I’m nobody’s bitch. Good luck sleeping without a
window, Coulter.”
I gaped at Lila. Her Latina side was obviously showing. I
looked at the shattered window and then back at her
grinning face – although there was nothing warm about her
smile. “You’re a psycho.”
But was I surprised? No, I wasn’t. Lila Garcia might be
midget-sized, but she was a dragon. A little, red dragon
who was capable of doing the most damage.
She dropped the bat and stared, waiting. My eyes ran
over her figure, taking in the tempting sight of her. Today,
she wore faded blue jeans, ripped across her knees, a black
long-sleeve shirt tucked inside her waistband and black
combat boots. Her hair was in a messy braid and her
throat…
It was bare.