Page 5 of Puck’N Enemy (Thunder Knights #2)

Dylan

Panic claws up my throat as I sprint down the narrow alleyway. My sneakers slip against the cracked concrete, nearly making me skid.

I still can’t believe Logan is right behind me. He was supposed to be recovering. He wasn’t supposed to be able to run and chase after me like a crazed hunting dog.

I glance over my shoulder and he’s there, closing the distance fast between us. My heart pounds against my chest, telling me it’s about to be broken into a million pieces once again.

I tried my best to stay away from Logan. I thought I’d get over him if I just knew he was doing okay.

But they were just lies I told myself. I got careless today and let myself get too close to him.

Stupid.

I should’ve known better. Logan was always sharper than he let on.

My feet come to a sudden halt. A crumbling brick wall towers over me like a damn executioner’s block.

Shit. It’s a dead end.

Breathing hard, I spin around to see Logan stalking into the alley.

He’s walking, slow and deliberate, knowing I can’t run anymore. His dark strands are a mess from the chase, his cheeks flushed with heat and anger. Fire burns in those brown eyes as he stares at me.

Logan looks so damn beautiful, even though he’s currently furious at me. I slowly back up until my back hits the wall.

Logan stops a few feet away, glaring at me like he can’t decide whether to punch me or kiss me. His massive chest heaves with every breath while the muscles in his arms flex with tension.

I swallow hard, my pulse thundering in my ears. “Logan...” I start, my voice hoarse.

His jaw clenches. “Don’t.”

His one word shuts me up immediately.

Logan’s gaze rakes over me as he steps closer. “Why?” he demands, his voice rough and broken. “Why did you leave, Dylan?”

I open my mouth but the words are stuck in my throat, choking me.

Tell him , my mind screams at me. Tell him so that he stops hurting.

But where do I start?

Eva, his mom, had begged me to stay away from him after Logan got hurt all those years ago. She blamed me and I accepted her accusations. She even said I was bad for her son and that I’d only drag him down if I stayed by his side.

So, I’d left, allowing Logan to get on with his life.

It’s been four years since then. He should’ve moved on by now.

“Dylan, answer me!” Logan shouts, looking like he’s about to blow apart.

But the words never reach my lips. Because even if I explained everything to Logan and he forgave me, I’d still be someone who’s not worthy enough to be by his side.

There’s a good chance I’ll become the reason he gets hurt again.

Only this time, I won’t be able to bear it.

I drop my gaze to the ground. “I can’t,” I whisper.

A harsh laugh escapes him, the sound scraping at my shredded heart.

“Can’t?” Logan echoes. “Or won’t?”

I flinch at the anger in his voice. Every nerve in my body screams at me to run but I stay rooted to the spot, pinned by his glare.

Logan suddenly reaches out and grabs my wrist, his fingers searing into my skin.

“You don’t get to spy on me,” Logan growls, tugging me against him. “And then run away like a goddamn coward.” The intensity in his dark brown eyes nearly knocks the breath out of me.

Logan still cares. And he’s still hurting.

My throat closes up as I realize I’m the reason behind his pain.

Fuck . I want to tell him everything and soothe him, but doing so can undo what I’ve tried to do over the past years. I can’t fall apart and give him the whole truth of what happened back then. If we get closer, I’d ruin him all over again.

With all the force I can muster, I yank my wrist free and shove him back.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Logan hisses, grabbing my arm before I can bolt past him.

He slams me against the brick wall so hard, the impact rattles my bones. I gasp, heart lurching into my throat.

Logan is on me in an instant, gripping my jacket and keeping me pinned against the wall like a caught animal. “You’re not running away,” he growls, his voice low and angry. His hot breath fans over my cheeks as he stares into my eyes.

My instincts kick in. I struggle against him but it’s a pathetic, half-hearted attempt to throw him off me. Deep down, I want Logan to be this close to me, hurting me and punishing me.

“I’m not letting you go this time,” Logan hisses. His eyes are almost black with fury but I don’t miss the flicker of desire behind them.

“Logan, let me go,” I say in a shaky voice. “You won’t get anything out of—” Before I can finish my sentence, Logan pushes me against the wall and crashes his mouth against mine.

He keeps me pinned against the wall with sheer, brute strength as his teeth scrape over my bottom lip. His hands grab my waist in a bruising hold, reminding me just how much of a beast he can be.

This is not a kiss. It’s a punishment.

I gasp into his mouth while my hands brace uselessly against his chest. Despite his aching grip, I can’t ignore the heat exploding through me, searing straight to my core.

For one shattered, broken second, I kiss him back like I’ve been wanting to for a long, long time. But this is not what Logan wants. He just wants to hurt me and punish me.

His teeth suddenly sink into my lower lip, making me cry out.

I push him hard, and he finally breaks away.

Blood floods my tongue and trickles down my chin. My lip throbs as I gasp, desperate for oxygen.

Logan’s eyes darken as he swipes a hand over his mouth. His chest rises and falls violently as he fists my jacket. “You deserved that,” he rasps, his voice shaking with dark emotions. “You deserve worse.”

I can’t even argue with that. I just stand before him, shell-shocked and aching, with the taste of him still burning on my tongue.

Letting go of me, Logan roughly shoves me back with a disgusted look on his face.

It hurts.

Without another word, he turns around and stalks out of the alley.

I lean heavily against the wall, shaking and bleeding. A hollow feeling spreads through me, leaving me utterly miserable.

Can I ever make up for what I did to Logan? Or are we destined to remain enemies for the rest of our lives?