Yours, Until Needed Chapter 73: Fire Exit

Chapter 73: Fire Exit

Initially, the stairwell lit up as we moved, but the lights slowly died down as Lucian stopped in one place.

My back was against the wall, and there was nowhere to go unless I kneed my husband on the groin, and I don’t really think that would be a wise choice.

I probably looked odd as I stared at his torso, but that was a far better option than staring at his face.

"What are we doing here?" I grumbled. It was not really the most brilliant question at a ti like this, but the atmosphere was too charged not to say anything.

"To interrogate fugitives." Lucian’s fingers traced my jaw, ultimately landing on my chin, as he got

to look up at him.

I didn’t know what to expect; it was relatively dark, and the only light we got was from a single-step light.

He looked like an angry cat to , but I couldn’t help but notice how there was a tinge of worry. The sa way cats would paw at you but take a second look to confirm that you’re still alive.

Lucian had that look, and I couldn’t help but stare. I missed the cue when he swooped down, gunning for my lips.

Hmph!

I gasped in surprise, not expecting any sort of kiss from what I thought would be an ugly confrontation.

Lucian arched

against him, an arm around my waist and his palm behind my head.

He was deepening his onslaught, and all I could do was sigh in his arms, lting as he focused on my lower lip.

I didn’t know what to do with myself. My hands had nowhere to go. It was as if I had forgotten how to kiss; it was just a week, and I had already forgotten how that felt.

That would have been the lie I’d tell myself.

Oh, how far I’ve really fallen.

Lucian probably realized this because he paused, not leaving my mouth but creating a gap to instruct .

"You’ve got hands to use, Eli." He urged, dropping a kiss on the side of my mouth.

"Don’t tell

you’ve forgotten." He added, and my knees weakened.

I just didn’t want to respond because then I’d have to acknowledge him. And I might have to open gates. I specifically closed them, so I held onto my fists against his chest, like they were the last bastion of my sanity.

"Baby." He called, and God, how was this even fair?

I buckled and clenched my fists tighter.

"There is no escaping this. No one is leaving until this is fixed."

"There’s nothing to fix." I stood on my ground.

It’s not like it could be fixed; it is more of the case. He felt that I was burdenso, while I felt hurt by that.

I’ve always believed that feelings and emotions couldn’t be judged as being right or wrong. We don’t really get to choose how we feel, so that’s not sothing we could just "fix."

If anything, what could be judged is how we acted upon such feelings. I could feel insanely angry, like wanting to just stab soone- that kind of anger. There’s no changing how I feel, but it would be wrong the mont I actually act on it.

So, I’ve been consoling myself. Easing my hurt by having free reign to act all petty. At least it’s the productive type. He shouldn’t even be saying anything when he’s a far worse workaholic.

Could you please not dredge up things I’m trying so hard to fix? Way to be insensitive

"You say one thing but act another way? If you’re going to insist on that, at least look

in the eyes." He said as he guided my head with his hand, forcing

to face him.

"At least convince yourself of your lie."

"Why are you even doing this? How would this even benefit you?" I tell him off angrily. I really don’t understand why he’s doing this. Is it to humiliate ?

His thumb was on my cheekbone, and I flinched as he caressed , feeling like a fish out of water.

"I don’t know, and I’m pretty sure there’s no benefit to doing this." His tone llowed as if he was telling himself instead of .

"Then you should stop it. Don’t waste my efforts in exchange for sothing you don’t even understand." I told him off, starting to get annoyed at how this was turning out.

"Your efforts? Bolting for your life was part of your efforts?" Lucian scoffed, and I really wanted to step on his toes.

"Don’t make light of soone who’s just following instructions." He was the one who told

to stop being burdenso. I was rely following it to the tee.

"And which instructions had anything to do with you sneaking around like this?" He looked like he wanted to test . But sucks to be you because you really did say sothing, you asshole.

Haaa...

I closed my eyes before going on my tirade. If this guy has a mory of a goldfish, then let

remind him again.

"It is not my fault that your mory sucks. You clearly told

to stop being burdenso, and now you’re walking around like that never ca out of your goddamn mouth!"

Oh, I am pissed. I’m so pissed that I could feel precipitation forming around my eyes.

This shit better be rain and not tears. I refuse to cry over this.

And this idiot dared to look fucking surprised.

Don’t you act like that right now.

Lucian just stood there for a while, unmoving, and I pushed against him.

I need space from this guy. But he’s too much of a wall.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" I sneered at his reaction. Rather than just standing there, he could at least release .

"I see." He murmured, and I couldn’t see his eyes from where I stood.

"If so, then can you release

now? There’s no need for sothing so unnecessary." I told him that because there’s really no need for all this skin ship and nothing Earth-shattering happened this week, that might even be a good call.

But instead of the space I thought I’d have, I was hoisted up instead and carried with my legs straddling his waist.

"What the! Are you crazy?! Put

down!" I hit his back with my palm.

"So, you went out of your way to avoid

because I told you to stop being burdenso?"

Did he really have to reiterate it like that? I glared at his insensitivity.

He dragged us over to the steps, triggering a few of the step lights as he climbed, then just plopped down on one of them while setting

on his lap.

I had to keep on straddling him because the fear of falling backward was very real.

"This isn’t safe, just put

down like a normal person!" I beat against his chest with my closed fist.

"Seems like I’m not normal. Answer my question."

"What do you even want

to say? What words would satisfy you?"

Did he really expect

to be so masochist? Purposefully excavating the hole I just covered for his perverted entertainnt.

"Tell

the truth."

He had no intention of stopping, and I was just getting increasingly frustrated as he continued his line of questioning, so I gave in.

I’ll just eat and sleep this off later.

"Yeah, sure. That’s why. Are you happy now? Can I eat now?" I nearly scread in exasperation. And even my eyes were up there getting irritated.

"No. I’m not happy at all, my burdenso wife."

Oh, hell nah.

Now, this bastard’s just doing it on purpose!