Page 72 of Knight’s Dominion

"Yes,” he said, low and gritty.

Shit.

Gunner shook his head. “Jesus, just when I think you’re starting to act kinda normal.”

Zenon scowled and flipped him off.

The elevator pinged and they all turned as Chaos came storming out. His jeans were undone, hanging low on his hips, and the muscles in his chest and stomach flexed as he strode toward her. He looked insanely sexy and pissed as hell.

"Something you want to tell us?” Gunner said to his brother, a low rasp to his voice that had Grace turning to look at him.

Gunner’s gaze looked hollow, his smile not reaching his eyes.

Chaos just growled and stormed up to her, backing her against her car, effectively blocking her escape. "We’re not finished.”

"Yeah, we are." Her voice sounded strained, almost unrecognizable to her own ears.

He leaned in closer, and he didn’t look himself, not at all. "Get back in the elevator, Grace.”

"What the hell is your problem? Back the hell off.” Okay, now she was kind of scared. This wasn't him, at least she didn't think it was. Whoever he'd morphed into was freaking her out big-time.

"We had a deal,” he said in that voice that was a combination of demon and angel.

"Are you shitting me?” she said, pleased when her voice came out strong instead of as shaky as she felt. “You'd drag me back upstairs and make me have sex with you because of some deal you think we have? I told you, I’m not moving in. That will never happen.”

He flinched, the dark shadow in his gaze starting to lift. “I’d never force you."

She swallowed hard. "I agreed to mate with you, and I also told you I couldn't give you anything more. You need to accept that.”

His fingers slid around the side of her throat, up into her hair, fisting it lightly. "Grace..."

“No.”

“Just, you need to…fuck, just listen to me—”

"Let her go." Zenon's gritty voice cut through the tension, low and filled with warning. “Your female said no."

There was so much weight behind Zenon's words. She had no idea what it was, where it came from, she was just glad for the unexpected support.

Anger and shock transformed Chaos’s expression, and he twisted his head to face his brother. "You don’t know what's going on here, Zenon. This isn’t what you think, I would never—”

“Fuck, man, she's afraid of you,” Gunner said, voice harsh. “Mate or not, she asked you to back the fuck up."

Chaos frowned at his brothers. “No, she’s not—”

"Look at her,” Zenon gritted out.

Chaos turned back to her, his eyes clashing with hers, and he stumbled back. And just like that, all emotion washed from his face.

His expression went blank. "I was out of line. I’m sorry.”

The transformation was so sudden, the difference in his mood so abrupt, she just stood there, waiting for him to say something else, to fire some other pissed-off comment her way. But none came.

Dipping his chin like she was someone he'd just met, he turned and strode away.

She watched him go, her face heating with humiliation as he climbed into the elevator, staring woodenly ahead.

“Okay?” Gunner asked.